At The Chapelside
At the Chapelside, where the chimes ring near and the churchbell's song is rich and clear,
A trim young spruce tree invokes the sky; "smile down on the children shouting by".
The people enter the church to pray, and the winds like an organ seem to play
Through the whispering boughs of the happy tree; "God bless and unite them all in thee".
So the sky smiles down through a shadow cast as the treasured fancies go drifting past;
Mirth and music and keen desire and the glowing embers of deep dreamfire!
The winds of eternity seem to sing, and their music mantles the dreams that cling
where youth and age and a trim spruce tree, praise God in the magic of memory!
Donors: Mr. Joseph L. Parmele and his family in loving memory of Mrs. Joseph L. Parmele.
Dedicated November 2, 1952
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