She lived among the untrodden ways
beside the springs of dove.
A soul whom many friends would praise
and many hearts would love.
A violet by a mossy stone
half-hidden from the eye.
Fair as a star when only one
is shining in the sky.
Though not well known
still we all knew when Lucy
cease'd to be.
She's free at last, and oh, the precious
blessing left for thee.
love from Leddy Hammock, Levi & Russ
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