When two great souls pass on from earthly sight,
The torch they carried does not flicker out -
But, carried Heavenward, gives greater light,
And casts a lovely glow earthward - and all about.
And then, besides, their flaming torch has lit
A thousand little candles, such as mine;
Thus we move forward - upward - bit by bit,
Until we catch and hold the spark divine.
In loving remembrance of Judge Jim and Aunt Mabel Telford,
Florence B. Taylor
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