This is the poem they had at her wake:
I am home in heaven, dear ones
Oh, so happy and bright
There is perfect beauty and joy
In this everlasting light
All the pain and grief is over
Every restless tossing passed;
I am safely home in heaven at last
There is work still waiting for yuo
So you must not idly stand
Do it now, while life remaineth-
You shall rest in God's own land
When that work is completed
He will gently call you home
Oh the rapture of that meeting
Oh the joy to see you come!