Vacant Chair

Vacant Chair

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." We shall meet, but we shall miss him, There will be the vacant chair, But though we no more possess him, Still our hearts his memory bear, But a while ago we gathered, Friendship beaming in each eye, Now the golden cord is severed, He has passed to realms on high.