Just a note to share with you the poem I meant to read at
Annette's Memorial Service at St. Paul's on the 8th of February.
In Memory
Grieve not, nor keep my memory fresh
with flowers laid daily on my grave.
I am not there, ‘tis but the earthly shell,
my soul has gone to Him who gave.
Hold me not forever dead, for Death
Is but a moment’s passing, then the Light,
And into God’s kind hands I rest
Forever from my earthly flight.
But if, on Summer’s day, you hear a bird,
Or see a rose, pearled with morning dew,
I bid you, think of me with smiling lips
For such were mine, each day of life, with you.
-- Elizabeth M. Spaulding