IN MEMORIAM
Lodge of Sorrow
"The clock of their day has stopped
and across its dial motionless
shadows mark the hour of eleven.
With us, the golden hour of recollection."
Vacant Chair
We shall meet, but we shall miss her,
There will be the vacant chair,
But though we no more possess her,
Still our hearts her memory bear,
But a while ago we gathered,
Friendship beaming in each eye,
Now the golden cord is severed,
She has passed to realms on high.