Maiden fair from the countryside,
Your were a widower’s young bride;
Made your home the best way you can,
Only served your brood and your man;
Toiled so hard from morning ‘til night,
Home you gave its true shining light;
Each child of yours you loved always,
Reared one and all in godly ways;
Death snatched your husband away,
Ended not your so faithful ways;
All to your children you’ve given,
Rest you now in dear God’s heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a nice tribute to a loving woman What you see from her and what she seems to you are brought to us clearly.