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28 All the parting words Of the souls now shrined; All the faces turned To the firelight red&mdash; 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&mdash; 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.