Mourning

When I Must Leave You
When I must leave you for a little while,

Please do not grieve and shed wild tears
And hug your sorrow to you through the years,
But start out bravely with a gallant smile;
And for my sake and in my name
Live on and do all things the same,
Feed not our loneliness on empty days,
But fill each waking hour in useful ways,
Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer
And I in turn will comfort you and hold you near;
And never, never be afraid to die,
For I am waiting for you in the sky!

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Prayer At The Burial Of The Dead
O Father of all, we pray to thee for those whom we love, but see no longer. Grant them thy peace; let light perpetual shine upon them; and in thy loving wisdom and almighty power work in them the good purpose of thy perfect will; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

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Prayer For Those Who Mourn
Almighty God, Father of all mercies and giver of all comfort: Deal graciously, we pray thee, with those who mourn, that casting every care on thee, they may know the consolation of thy love; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

— Book of Common Prayer, 1928 Edition

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Death
If I should die before the rest of you,

Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone.
Nor, when I’m gone, speak in a Sunday voice,
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must,
Parting is hell.
But life goes on,
So…….. sing as well.
— Joyce Grenfell, actress and writer (1910 – 1979)

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To Those I Love
If I should ever leave you whom I love

To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk
Of me as if I were beside you there,
(I’d come… I’d come, could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a song or see a bird I loved,
Please do not let the thought of me be sad…
For I am loving you just as I always have…
You were so good to me!
There are so many things I wanted still to do…
So many things to say to you…
Remember that I did not fear…
It was just leaving you that was so hard to face…
We cannot see Beyond… But this I know;
I loved you so…
‘Twas heaven here with you!
— Isla Paschal Richardson, American poet

If I should ever leave you whom I love
To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk
Of me as if I were beside you there,
(I’d come… I’d come, could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a song or see a bird I loved,
Please do not let the thought of me be sad…
For I am loving you just as I always have…
You were so good to me!
There are so many things I wanted still to do…
So many things to say to you…
Remember that I did not fear…
It was just leaving you that was so hard to face…
We cannot see Beyond… But this I know;
I loved you so…
‘Twas heaven here with you!
— Isla Paschal Richardson, American poet

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–No windows darkened;
For my own
Will be flung wide, as ne’er before,
To catch the radiant in pour
Of Love that shall in full atone
For all the ills that I have done;
And the good things left undone;
–No voices hushed;
My own, full-flushed
With an immortal hope, will rise
In ecstasies of new-born bliss
And joyful melodies.

Rather, of your sweet courtesy
Rejoice with me
At my soul\s loosing from captivity.
Wish me “Bon voyage!”
As you do a friend
Whose joyous visit finds its happy end.
And bid me both “A Dieu!”
And “Au revoir!”
Since, though I coe no more,
I shall be waiting there to greet you,
At His door.

And, as the feet of the bearers tread
The ways i trod,
Think not of me as dead,
But rather–
“Happy, thrice happy, he God,
His Father!”

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As you love me, let there be
No mourning when I go,–
No tearful eyes,
No hopeless sighs,
No woe,–nor even sadness!
Indeed I would not have you sad,
For I myself shall be full glad,
With the high triumphant gladness
Of a soul made free
Of God’s sweet liberty.

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Miss Me But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And it’s my turn to go
I want no rights in the gloom-filled room
Miss me but let me go.

Miss me a little but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me but let me go.

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When I Must Leave You
When I must leave you for a little while,

Please do not grieve and shed wild tears
And hug your sorrow to you through the years,
But start out bravely with a gallant smile;
And for my sake and in my name
Live on and do all things the same,
Feed not our loneliness on empty days,
But fill each waking hour in useful ways,
Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer
And I in turn will comfort you and hold you near;
And never, never be afraid to die,
For I am waiting for you in the sky!

———-

A Dieu And Au Revoir
As you love me, let there be
No mourning when I go,–
No tearful eyes,
No hopeless sighs,
No woe,–nor even sadness!
Indeed I would not have you sad,
For I myself shall be full glad,
With the high triumphant gladness
Of a soul made free
Of God’s sweet liberty.

 

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–No windows darkened;
For my own
Will be flung wide, as ne’er before,
To catch the radiant in-pour
Of Love that shall in full atone
For all the ills that I have done;
And the good things left undone;
–No voices hushed;
My own, full-flushed
With an immortal hope, will rise
In ecstasies of new-born bliss
And joyful bodies.

Rather, of your sweet courtesy
Rejoice with me
At my soul\s loosing from captivity.
Wish me “Bon voyage!”
As you do a friend
Whose joyous visit finds its happy end.
And bid me both “A Dieu!”
And “Au revoir!”

———-

Miss Me But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And it’s my turn to go
I want no rights in the gloom-filled room
Miss me but let me go.

Miss me a little but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me but let me go.