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This page is dedicated as a memorial to those Brothers who have laid down their working tools on earth and have been received by the Supreme Great Architect of the Universe to rest from their labors.

 




 

 When All Is Done

When all is done, and my last word

is said,

And ye who loved me murmur,

"He is dead,"

Let no one weep, for fear that

I should know,

And sorrow too, that ye should

sorrow so,

When all is done, say not my

day is o'er

And that through night I seek

a dimmer shore;

Say rather that my morn has

just begun,

I greet the dawn and not

a setting sun,

When all is done.

- Paul L. Dunbar -
 
 

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