July 20, 1921 ~ September 11, 2014
Huntington Park, CA
We must live through the weary winter,
If we would value the spring.
And the woods must be cold and silent,
Before the robins sing.
The flowers must be buried in darkness,
Before they can bud and bloom.
And the sweetest and warmest sunshine,
Comes after the storm and gloom.
So the heart, from the hardest trial,
Gains the purest joy of all.
And from the lips that have
The sweetest songs will fall.
For as peace comes after suffering,
And love is rewarded of pain,
So, after earth, comes heaven,
And out of our loss, the gain.