IMMORTALITY

[Suggested by the death of a young girl.]

The white, soft robes that cling
About her tender form and young
Have caught earth's last faint breeze
And flutter in the earliest breath
Of God's new-dawning day,
Revealing on the topmost step
The slender foot that rests
Upon the threshold she shall cross,
And baring the young arm
That mothered infant Hope.
And in her dreaming eyes so mild,
That glance a moment down
To where her loved ones longing dwell,
There lives no hungering regret;
For on the doorway latch there rests
The fragile hand so pale;
It moves, the door swings softly now,
The sweet soul enters in,
While one long ray of light falls through
And filters down to earth.