Poems (Curwen)/Ada Ainsworth
A DAUGHTER so good, A sister so kind, Deserves to be blest, So I trust you may find A recompense, dear, For all you have done.
As the years roll onward— How fast some have gone—I pray that your life May be free from all care, No sorrow too heavy May you have to bear. Should trials assail, Then may you be blest With patience and courage, To stand through the test. Of life's sweetest blessings Possessed may you be, Rich in friendship and love, Health and prosperity. Till the end of the journey, Then, the dark valley past, Home with thy loved and Thy lost ones at last.