The way is short, my friend,
That reaches out before us,
God’s tender heavens above us bend,
His love is smiling o’er us.
A little while is ours,
For sorrow or for laughter;
I’ll lay the hand you love in yours,
On the shore of the hereafter.
When I searched online to see if I had deciphered the reading correctly, I found it was part of a poem written by Mary Clemmer. The first four lines are on the stone at Isabell Chapel, and I found the four lines that come after.