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Saturday, August 7, 2010

We Console Ourselves Upon this Point

We console ourselves upon this point
Concerning war and purpose
When it is for God and country that one joins
There is promise in that service

And, now, of the many who have died
While fighting to keep us free
They are happy where they reside
And in that I am rejoicing

While others dead lie in heaps to mold
Hopelessly, how, for them I mourn
They consigned to a state of woe
Endlessly... from their kindred torn

Alma 28: 11-12
Alma 56: 11

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