Wisdom is brightest in the day-spring of morn;

I have inherited the wind’s song.

Wisdom shall flourish like a branch in Spring—

I drink from wisdom’s fountain.

Wisdom in my soul sustains laughter;

I shall flourish in His eternal love hereafter.

My children—my glory, my children’s children—my crown.

The day is done, oh my soul, sleep in peace, lie down.

– C. S. Craig 1996