Although I grieve now you are gone,
Black night precedes the fairest dawn.
The flowers bloom, then fall asleep,
And buried lie in earth beds deep,
Then rise anew when comes the spring
To prove a resurrectioning.
Some day the angels’ reveille
Will call you back again to me.
Then we shall share eternal spring,
And view its glorious blossoming,
And all the stars shall shine anew
When love supreme comes shining through.
Helen M. Johnston
Lickey, Arthur E, “God Speaks to Modern Man”, p. 503, copyright 1952, Review and Herald Publishing Association, Washington D.C.