By Eloise A. Skimings
With wavy locks of silv’ry white,
With soul as pure as morning light,
With voice as sweet as bird on wing;
May heav’n to him new blessings bring.
May many days to him be giv’n,
That he may lead more souls to heav’n,
And be a joy to those on earth,
To those who owe to him their birth.
And when death seals his mortal eyes,
With his lov’d ones in Paradise
He’ll praise his God in endless song,
For now his faith is firm and strong.