"AND GOD SHALL WIPE AWAY ALL TEARS"

She stepped out of the yellow-curtained room

that happy, golden morning,

crossed her garden

with its dew-teared flowers

and low caressing trees,

to the door of that dear Other House.

How radiant she was!

How glad to find

each loved one there to meet her,

as God took her by the hand and said,

"At last you 've come.

Beloved, welcome home."