“In Memory of Our Departed Brother Nobles”

When Allah calls, then our friends obey and fold thier tents and steal away.
To the land where the crystal waters flow, where the Beautiful Palms of Allah grow.
Life is a story in volumes three, the past, the present, the yet to be.
The first we’ve written and laid away, the second we’re reading day by day,
The third and last of the volumes three, is locked from sight – God keepeth the key.