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They crowned the brow of Grandma Ray,
  In love and mirth,
Each little child happy and gay
  Seemed not of earth.
And when Grandma at last awoke,
  She gave to each a kiss,
And in her own kind way she spoke
  Of Heaven and its bliss.

In joy the angels came that night,
  And bore away
On snowy wings to realms of light
  Dear Grandma Ray.
The withered wreath in tears was bathed.
  But angels now will twine
One for Granny that ne'er will fade,
  In Heaven's light to shine.

Her tottering form so bent and old,
  Had reached time's goal;
Long waiting for the crown of gold,
  Her weary soul.
For many years the poor and sick
  Loved Grandma Ray,
And often had the great and rich
  Asked her for them to pray.

In earth was laid so tenderly,
  Her weary form;
A shattered bark had crossed life's sea,
  Through time's great storm.