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The Welcomer: For Pat Goggin Mr. Wahpeton has Gone And so there'll no more be The hardy welcome our old town Has grown so used to see. He made folks feel important, Worth his welcome, worth his while As with unfeigned sincerity He warmed them with his smile, He just loved people--you and me, The other fella too; Pat could find happy company In any kind of shoes. So now that Patrick Goggin's gone How will the city thrive? How will the next ambassador Keep Pat's kind warmth alive? Yes, Mr. Wahpeton was kind And his rich spirit stays A treasure bright to every mind Where his sweet recollection plays. Lord, with your springing cities There, Gated with jasper, paved with gold, Surely one needs a welcomer To greet new comers to the fold. May all who've known and loved him here Someday re-meet the welcomer As with his Kate, bright, hand-in-hand They welcome all in Heaven's land.. Gene Pinkney (1995) Copyright 2006
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