from the song Sunday Morning Sidewalk
"Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday."
Maybe it was that bell of loneliness and the disappearing dreams that infected this apparently healthy and happy young man.
And he died in the room next to the one was sleeping; someone who grew up on a farm just 2 blocks from where he lived.
From I Corinthians,
"Oh death, where is thy sting?
Oh grave, where is thy victory?
Oh life, you are a shining path
And hope springs eternal just over the rise
When I see my Redeemer beckoning me
Oh let me sail on with my ships to the East
And keep my eye on the North Star
When the journey is no good for men or for beast
I'll be safe wherever You are
Just let me sail into Your harbor of lights
And there and forever to cast out my line
Give me my task and let me do it right
And do it with all of my might"
Ralph Freedman
formerly of Fifth & Clifford
Atco, NJ
