God gave us a daughter
For such a little while;
He put a bit of heaven
In the sunshine of her smile.
He took dust from
The brightest twinkling stars
And made her sparkling eyes;
And now, she's gone back home to God,
To play up in the skies.
And though she left so quickly
That our hearts are grieved and sad,
We know she lives with God
And her small heart is glad.
And though our precious darling
Was just a rosebud small;
She'll bloom in all her beauty
On the other side of the wall.
Helen Steiner-Rice.
