Weep on, Daughter! Weep now, but hope for better times to come;

For your sorrow is forever in moments, but moments pass to days

And soon the dear Sun will nod for you, smile upon you,

And in your smile will mine find its light

Happier days will come, will pass,

And their memories sustain you.

Weep now, but cry in your hope of Tomorrow

For Heavenly Father strews Blessings at your feet

When you lift your eyes -- just a little ! -- to see it;

To see the gifts in your sorrow

The memories will show what you now cannot fathom

And Comfort lay warm hands upon your shoulders

With the breath of Peace.

The days of Youth are long,

But the days of Age are blissful and short

The girl knows impatience

But the old woman learns rest in her memories.

--1994