A SMILE
Asfrom the window-pane a light doth gleamTo cheer the traveller at eventide,So was her smile the ever-friendly beamThat lit the way or bade the guest abide.She knew no cross or care but what was easedBy smiling trust that everything was best;When all around were happy she was pleased,When she could make them happy she was blest.We knew who loved her best, the sweetness ofHer always gentle look and Christian grace;She filled the home with precious motherlove,And no one else can fill her sacred place.Hers was the smile that shone in sun and storm,In ministry to others or when theyLooked to her out of trouble, and the charmOf such serenity drove doubt away.She smiled in life and then the miracleOf soul untroubled triumphed to the end;She smiles in death to comfort us—“’Tis well!”To let us know that she hath found a Friend.
Asfrom the window-pane a light doth gleamTo cheer the traveller at eventide,So was her smile the ever-friendly beamThat lit the way or bade the guest abide.She knew no cross or care but what was easedBy smiling trust that everything was best;When all around were happy she was pleased,When she could make them happy she was blest.We knew who loved her best, the sweetness ofHer always gentle look and Christian grace;She filled the home with precious motherlove,And no one else can fill her sacred place.Hers was the smile that shone in sun and storm,In ministry to others or when theyLooked to her out of trouble, and the charmOf such serenity drove doubt away.She smiled in life and then the miracleOf soul untroubled triumphed to the end;She smiles in death to comfort us—“’Tis well!”To let us know that she hath found a Friend.
Asfrom the window-pane a light doth gleamTo cheer the traveller at eventide,So was her smile the ever-friendly beamThat lit the way or bade the guest abide.
Asfrom the window-pane a light doth gleam
To cheer the traveller at eventide,
So was her smile the ever-friendly beam
That lit the way or bade the guest abide.
She knew no cross or care but what was easedBy smiling trust that everything was best;When all around were happy she was pleased,When she could make them happy she was blest.
She knew no cross or care but what was eased
By smiling trust that everything was best;
When all around were happy she was pleased,
When she could make them happy she was blest.
We knew who loved her best, the sweetness ofHer always gentle look and Christian grace;She filled the home with precious motherlove,And no one else can fill her sacred place.
We knew who loved her best, the sweetness of
Her always gentle look and Christian grace;
She filled the home with precious motherlove,
And no one else can fill her sacred place.
Hers was the smile that shone in sun and storm,In ministry to others or when theyLooked to her out of trouble, and the charmOf such serenity drove doubt away.
Hers was the smile that shone in sun and storm,
In ministry to others or when they
Looked to her out of trouble, and the charm
Of such serenity drove doubt away.
She smiled in life and then the miracleOf soul untroubled triumphed to the end;She smiles in death to comfort us—“’Tis well!”To let us know that she hath found a Friend.
She smiled in life and then the miracle
Of soul untroubled triumphed to the end;
She smiles in death to comfort us—“’Tis well!”
To let us know that she hath found a Friend.