“ Domini Voluntas Fiat.”
’Twas winter, and the wild wind swept1
About the home that she was leaving ;2
Dear child, she knew not we were grieving,3
As to the Father’s arms she crept.4
We could not hear the whisper’d call,5
Or feel the loving touch and tender ;6
But more, far more than words can render,7
Our darling realised it all.8
We watch’d her till she fell asleep,9
The sleep which knows on earth no waking ;10
God took our treasure. He is taking11
Good care of all we could not keep.12