Heavenly Laurie

Eternally Lovely now, The Bride of my Dream of Gold. And rolling down grassy slopes, Whose smiling heart ne’er grew old. Eternally Helpful, too The Braid in my burgeoned beard That round my loquacity ropes And sees that I’m rightly reared. Eternally wise and kind, The Bread of His Life and strength The Child of the King of Hopes The Lifeline of endless length. She rides through the ethers now E’er calling forth clouds of snow The crying child, helps, as he copes Wherever his troubles may go. And so, I have finished my tale, Except the Divinest part The poor fool who grumps and mopes, She JOLTS by her Heavenly Art!