The Broken Cord

In Memory of Mrs. August Ogren

The Silver Cord has broken,
And she has left to fill
A place prepared by hand Divine – – –
Grieve not, it was His will.

Each time the twilight weds the night
We’re closer to the Lord,
So we will never, never miss
The breaking of the cord.

It is so fragile and so fine
It cannot bind us here;
Then in the future we will meet
The one we love so dear.

He did not care to leave her
To wither in the blast – –
For who will say it is not best
To go when middle age is past.

And though today we sadly bow
To the Almighty will,
Deep in the hearts of those she loved
She’ll seemeth living still.