We shall meet, but we shall miss them,
There will be the vacant chair, but though we no longer possess them,
Still our hearts their memories bear.
But a while ago we gathered,
Now the golden cord is severed, they have passed to realms on high.



They have passed into the light which is beyond the valley of the shadow of death. The places that have known them shall know them no more,
but their virtues are written upon the tablets of love and memory.