Verse 56

Not gone from Daddy’s memory,
Not gone from Mammy’s love,
But gone to shine with Jesus,
In His beautiful home above.
Our Lady wished a pretty flower,
To lay at Jesus’s feet,
Her choice was of the fairest,
A lily pure and sweet.
She gazed amid the little ones,
And stopped to pick the best,
Dear (name) was the chosen one,
With Jesus now he/she rests.
Hold him/her, O Jesus, in Thy arms,
And let him/her henceforth be,
A messenger of love between
Our human hearts and thee.