IN MEMORY OF JOE AND HIS FATHER
 
                                        I would not wish you back again,
                                        From that sweet place of rest;
                                        Though lonely here while I remain,
                                        The Father knoweth best.

                                        And one day when life's race is run,
                                        I'll meet you on that shore;
                                        And there we'll dwell with God's own Son,
                                        And lonely be no more.
 
 

Josephine Roberts