Sunshine and laughter!
With sisters to share
Fragrance of flowers
On mid-summer air!
Years make the changes!
Widows three -- each alone --
Are all that is left
Of that sweet, happy throng!
True riches are mine!
Children, some grand and some great!
But weakness of eyes, ears, and knees
Says the hour is late!
How thankful I am
That the Savior of men
Has been and will be
My Guide to the end!