Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must read more

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!.

To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!.

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far read more

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains read more

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.

Let us endeavor to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

Let us endeavor to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught read more

In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught is liable to choke one, here one never receives a favour until he loses another instead, here every additional day in one's life is a day reduced from the total span of his existence, when death is the natural outcome of life, how can we expect immortality?

If I'm going to Hell, I'm going there playing the piano.

If I'm going to Hell, I'm going there playing the piano.

MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
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MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
The news farflung.
Thy will be done
beats the drum.
The hour of grief.
The darkened sun.
Thy will be done
rolls the drum.
The sound of shot.
The grave begun.
Thy will be done
mourns the drum.
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by N Marshall Bertsch
(N Marshall Bertsch is a Republican who was profoundly
griefstricken by the assassination of John F Kennedy).