Flowers Of All Hue, And Without Thorn The Rose.

A loved one is gone from our circle,
On earth we will meet her no more
She has gone to her home in heaven
And all her afflictions are o'er.

Shed not for her the bitter tear,
Nor give the heart to vain regret,
'Tis but the casket that lies here,
The gem that filled it sparkles yet.

Devoted Wife, Mother, Sister, Daughter and Friend

Beloved Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Sister, Daughter and Friend