Her gentle presence filled a home
With comfort and delight
That radiated from her soul
Like soft celestial light.
It fell round us like a glow
Of sunshine from above
And filled our hearts with solace
From a sweet transcendent love.
Her magic kiss dispelled the cares
That crowded thick and fast;
Lo, ere we knew it, unawares,
Our sorrows all had passed.
A work, a touch, the deed was wrought,
She healed a bleeding heart;
The saddening things were all forgot,
So wondrous was her art.
She realized her noblest call
In toiling for her own;
Within that hallowed home,
She moved about; her gentle voice
Like music's softest strain
Went out to make a world rejoice,
An infinite refrain.
Ah, greater love hath none than this --
For every life she gave,
Her own she put upon the rack,
Serenely faced the grave.
Her cup of sorrow oft ran o'er;
The days filled up with cares;
She lived to bless the lives she bore,
With love and tears and prayers.
(Copyright, 1940)
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