She leaves, yet lives in our sad hearts, She has not played all her parts But her days are done and she’s gone; Her beauty fades to rot and bone. No more to rise at each dawn’s toll, She has heard that one final call To hell or heaven, where the Lord Due rewards all who keep His word. No more to cuddle tiny Paul, To respond to His midnight toll, Though she smiles still, even in death, That smile will never light the earth. No more her children’s joys to share, No more life’s gloomy tides to fear, No more at each New Spring to sow Or watch her child bath bubbles blow, ………she’s gone………
