Poems (Barker)/To Grandma on her 75th Birthday
On Her 75th Birthday.
O crown of thy sorrow than others more bright,O crown of thy suffering transcendant with light,O crown of thy patience thy sweetness and love,Awaiting thy soul in the blessed above.
O fair spotless spirit whom angels adore,How bright is the pathway that shineth before—Eech year with its suffering new blessings will bring,And clearer and sweeter the angels will sing.
Each year adds its gem to the beautiful crown,That shall shine when the ages of death have gone down,O crown of thy sorrow than others more bright,O crown of thy suffering transcendant with light.
Earth holds thee, and binds thee, its fetters are strong;Heaven owns thee, and claims thee, with jubilant song,We hold thee with love that is strong as our life,And bind thee to earth with its sorrow and strife.
Each year adds its claim and we love thee still more,And think of thy home on the radient shore—When the stars have been numbered, the sun has gone down,Still shines in its glory thy beatiful crown.