In sunlit waves of parting grace, Farewell, dear Laura, on life's trace. Goodbye to shores of golden hue, To Oz from Sweden's skies of blue. Crossed continents, the world in stride, A bible worker, hearts your guide. Now back to Sweden, sweet return, In every change, let wisdom burn. Trust God to lead with gentle hand, As landscapes shift to native land. In farewells, whispers soft and pure, Embrace the journey, strong and sure.