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In An Old Country Churchyard

Ah! To be buried in an old English churchyard With the dark green ivy and wild roses Where the sweet nostalgic aromas hill the air And the church bells ring their clear tolls My soul with the LORD in heavenly glory While my aged weary body rests Under the soil of my ancestors in England or Wales- Sweet peace with trees and birds in their nests I would like a little bench under a willow For those who wish to stop for a visit Perhaps, a kind word or amusing thought Every four or five years would benefit. I'd like a pretty gravestone - not too tall Simple elegance - my life portraying- Complete with maiden name and husband's name Birth date, death date and a few words saying I came; I lived; I loved; I parted That I was kind, fair, honest in word And I cared; yes, that I cared - Listen to the bells! Glory is absolutely exquisite with my LORD Evelyn Pearl Anderson

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