Nothing, nothing, nothing more
Finds one to dwell upon,
Should the light of sweetest day
Be but barely gone
And gone be it from all one knows,
Knowing no longer shall it be
That he--the light of sweetest day--
Be gone from life, yet free
And free is he that leaves this life
With the blessings wrought of love,
So long as one does hold to heart
That he watches us, above.
--Your Friend, Steff
We Will Never Forget.