The sweet smell of newly tilled earth
flows too swiftly to my brain
Softly the Spring rain begins
only to renew all my pain
Ne’er will I hear your childish laughter
nor soothe your falling tears
Tho you will grow forever within my heart
thru all the passing years
To rest in eternal silence
I leave you here in this quiet place
The only peace I will know is that
you look upon God’s sweet face...
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