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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.