Description: Inscribed on recto: “There is no Death. What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath, Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. William H. Remington, . We miss thee from our home, dear father, We miss thee from thy place, A shadow o’er our life is cast, We miss the sunshine of thy face. We miss thy kind and willing hand, Thy fond and earnest care, Our home is dark without thee - We miss thee everywhere."