'Tis so hard for us who mourn The passing of a loved one, dear, To understand why God has torn From us this one who was so near.
But, if we just a moment reflect, Then we can, in better light Review, For God does not neglect, Has only caused the soul in flight To come within His view.
This one so active, full of life, Did not mature to full grown age Will never know this world of strife, Nor now must never master rage.
She was taken ere this came And, though our lives will never be the same, They are the brighter for having known This child, who, from our side, has flown.
This dear, sweet life, so briefly met, So tender, young and full of love, Has, in that brief span touched us all, Then swiftly flown to rest, above.
By L. B. Strawn
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