last verse - JEAN PRATHER
Subject: last verse
Date: May 24, 1998

Sorry I got disconncted

His life is closed;another day
Beams on his immortal eyes
His loved State holds his sacred clay;
His soul will ever rise
Yet when ths world shall grow apace,
And things things seem what they're not
And we give way to an alien race
Then shall he be forgot!

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