Obituary of Dolores Ocy Boock

Good-bye, till morning come again,” we part, if part we must, with pain, but night is short, and hope is sweet, faith fills our hearts, and wings our feet; And so we sing the old refrain, “Good-bye, till morning come again.” “Good-bye, till morning come again,” The thought of death brings weight of pain. But could we know how short the night That falls, and hides them from our sight, Our hearts would sing the old refrain- “Good-bye, till morning come again.”