A date that will live in INFAMY.

Day is done, gone the sun,

From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;

All is well, safely rest,

God is nigh.

Fading light, dims the sight,

And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright,

From above, drawing nigh, falls the night.

Thanks and praise for our days,

'neath the sun, 'neath the stars, 'neath the sky,

As we go This we know,

God is nigh.

Our Lives Will Never Be The Same.

TEARS AND SYMPATHIES TO ALL WHO LOST LOVED ONES.