To Amelie

God on His throne in heaven
Looked round at His flowers so fair
And then sought a blossom on earth
To add to those He had there
To be part of such heavenly Company
The bloom must be pure and sweet
And the little bud that was chosen
Was the child who had played at our feet.
Sorrow is great at the loss of our child
At the parting with one we love
But the parting was made that our child might go
To brighten the heavens above.