Ever Yours

The gifts of God are everlasting gifts,
    Leaving their essence when their forms are down.
Even in their wings a spirit moves that lifts
The soul they fly from, to a holier Love.

The little Lambs that blest our little flocks,
    The Shepherd carries in his arms of love,
Oer the hot sands & rugged mountain rocks,
    To have us on to greener fields above.

The dearer he who joins the Angel band
    So much the tenderer is their guardian care,
And ever stronger is the little hand
    That leads us heaven-ward, for the love we hear.

Father & Mother, God takes back no joy
    He gave, but dowers you with a double bliss;
His holy Bands to keep your Baby Boy,
    You Boy to draw you sweetly where He is