Keep me Sweet

KEEP ME SWEET!

 

 

 

 

Some day of days, some dawning yet to be:

I shall be clothed in immortality!

 

And on that day, I shall not greatly care:

That Jane spilt candle wax upon the stair.

 

It will not vex me then as once it did:

That careless hands have chipped my teapot lid.

 

That needs were great, when means were small:

Will not perplex me anymore at all!

 

A few short years, at best; it may be less:

I shall have done with earthly strife and stress.

 

So for this day, I lay me at thy feet:

Oh, keep me sweet, my Master ... Keep me sweet!

 

 

 

Hildur Holmstrom (my mother)

&

Bonnie Brunson (rewritten from her notes)
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