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In Loving Memory of John Henry Walsh February 4, 1963 - May 6, 2002"I'll lend you for a little time A child of Mine," he said. For you to love the while he lives And mourn for when he's dead. It may be six or seven year Or twenty-two or three But will you, til I call him back, Take care of him for Me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you And should his stay be brief, You'll have his lovely memories As solace for your grief.I cannot promise he will stay Since all from Earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want the child to learn. I've looked this wide world over In my search for teacher's true, And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you; Now will you give him all your love, Nor think the labour vain Nor hate Me when I come to call And take him back again?I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, They will be done, For all the joy Thy child shall bring, For the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, We'll love him while we may, And for the happiness we've known, Forever grateful stay. But should the angels call for him Much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand."We love and miss you, Mom, Dad, Bernie, Jane, Mike, Wanda, Audrey, Pal and Linda.
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