Dear Lord, a lovely lady left her earthly home tonight,
gaily taking the upper path that leads to you and light.
She will be a little lonely, and a little weary too,
and she might not know just how to turn when heaven comes into view.
So it would be a kindly thing to send the Little Flower
to meet her on the pathway and lead her to her bower.
And may she have a garden, it matters not how small,
with larkspur for summer and asters for fall.
And would your Mother Mary drop in some day for tea,
and chat, in women fashion, each had a child You see.
And may it be Your gracious will, when she lies down to rest,
to send her dreams of homefolks, of those she loved the best.
If you could do these things, dear Lord, It would ease us in our plight,
for she was a gracious lady who went home to You this night.
- Anne Carpenter.
