Little Marie

Little Marie...,
So like unto a rose.
Your life-bud closed so very fast,
And hung in sweet repose.

The perfume of your life with us,
Entranced so very much.
And lingered on the petals,
That came within your touch.

With freshness of the early morn,
Until the...Master softly heard.
And took you there so tenderly,
Into his care transferred.

Where there is no end of time,
And each rose is full-blown.
To magnify his wondrous plan,
And glorify...His throne.

And when in...heaven's sphere,
Your soul...Sweet Little Marie.
Can bloom...for-ever-more,
In the gardens of eternity.

"GOD shall wipe away all tears...not one shall remain...the contours of the face will be that of a smile.

WEEP NOT...for the dead...for there is a way that seemeth not right unto man...but unto God it is right."

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Marie was Ethel's daughter who died shortly after birth.