He loved to till the verdant soil,
And watch his garden grow
But now he tills another spot,
A beauty spot I know.
He plows where fields are always green
With furrows straight and true,
And where the day is always bright
And life begins anew.
But we shall miss him here on earth
Until our day is done
When we shall be with him again
When our rewards are won.
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