Funeral, The Poem by Ina D. Coolbrith

Funeral, The



The music was such discord, all,
The flowers they stifled so!
He spoke of One on Calvary
Long centuries ago!

The hope, the faith, my grief denied,
The prayers the preacher said...
What could they mean to me, Beloved,
Beside You, lying dead!

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Ina D. Coolbrith

Ina D. Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois (Josephine D. Smith)
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