'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


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