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FIRE-PROOF
All the parting words
Of the souls now shrined;
All the faces turned
To the firelight red—
Faces furrowed now
By the Reaper's tread;
All the cradle songs
To the babies sung;
All the girlish mirth
On its embers flung,
As a gay good-night
Promised glad good-morrow,
And the happy sleep
Had no waking sorrow.
Ah! the falling wall
And the flame's hot breath
Has for these no doom—
Has for these no death.
There's a fire-proof safe
None can mar or make,
Where we keep them close,
For their own dear sake.
So the house may burn,
And the chimney fall;
In our hearts they lie,
Safe and guarded all.
