The depths of sorrow we cannot tell,
Of the loss of one we loved so well;
And while she sleeps a peaceful sleep
Her memory we shall always keep

A bud the Gardener gave us,
A pure and lovely child,
He gave it to our keeping
To cherish undefiled;
And just as it was opening
To the glory of the day,
Down came the heavenly Father
And took our bud away.

A little lamb too sweet and pure,
Upon this earth to roam:
An angel came
And took our dear child home

O blessed little sunbeam
O child of love and prayer,
We give thee to the keeping
Of the tender hand's from above

*Please Do Not Take The Background Or Snow Globe*