“To an Earth-Released,” Ensign, Feb. 1986, 31
Mortality but softly brushed your cheek
And lingered not; for scarcely there did rise
The palest pink of life until your eyes
Had closed again. Now sleep, my baby, sleep.
In one brief love-kissed moment you did keep
Your God-appointed destiny: to rise
In mortal flesh. It matters not your size
Is small. ‘Tis done. Now sleep, my baby, sleep.
Mine is the task to struggle up through time,
To sweat and bleed, to cry loud for surcease;
To urge my mind, my soul, my flesh to climb
The sunlit summit. Wait me there in peace.
I … wisdom-wise, who thought to lead … am led
By you, my child, moved now one step ahead!