Three trees stand Like Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Keeping watch Over their ancient monument. In the garden All is silent, sunny, still-- I can think and dream. What wonders Might have been, Were I other than Who I am? What wonder might be, Because of who I am? Guide me, Father; Love me, Son; Give me spirit, Holy Ghost, So my own stone May someday say Here lies a man Whose dreams and deeds Moved worlds And made Life A better place.
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