Her always gentle look and Christian grace;
She filled the home with precious motherlove,
And no one else can fill her sacred place.
Hers was the smile that shone in sun and storm,
In ministry to others or when they
Looked to her out of trouble, and the charm
Of such serenity drove doubt away.
She smiled in life and then the miracle
Of soul untroubled triumphed to the end;
She smiles in death to comfort us—“’Tis well!”