We’ve been without my sisters presence for 58 years
but Marjorie’s beauty still lingers in our heart.

As lord Byron so aptly wrote:

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes & starry skies,

And all that’s best of dark & bright
Meets in her aspect & her eyes;

Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o’er her face,

Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek & o’er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—

A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.