I saw Maggie in her kitchen at Tyholland,
My budding romance with her sister she approved
Shelter from the snows of ’47 made us welcome,
If other kindred murmured she counseled otherwise.

Our relationship thence flourished,
All obstacles removed.
I saw her on our wedding day rejoicing,
The luck she wished us as we left her did endure,
She sermons found in life’s troubles,
Smoothed out,
Delectable, debonnaire and disarming
Her pleasantness for many ills a cure.

I saw her ‘midst her chicks, she was hardworking,
At her chores she toiled, a living brought about
I saw her ‘midst her grandchildren, she charming
Thanking heaven for her blessings there, no doubt.

In her seventh age, blinded but never discouraged,
Through enfeeblement meant life no more the same,
I saw Maggie in her coffin her face beaming as in youth,
Death could not here a victory claim