Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.