Bright stars of Faith and Hope, her eyes...

Bright stars of Faith and Hope, her eyes

Shall shine for us through all the years.

For all her life was Love, and fears

Touch not the love that never dies.

And Death itself, to her, was but

The wider opening of the door

That had been opening, more and more,

Through all her life, and ne'er was shut.

— And never shall be shut. She left

The door ajar for you and me,

And, looking after her, we see

The glory shining through the cleft.

And when our own time comes,— again

We'll meet her face to face;— again

Well see the star-shine; and again

She'll greet us with her soft, “Come ben!”