V.
I know there is a heaven which is peopled not with shades,
Where the buds and flowers ne’er wither, and the rainbow never fades:
Where the mourners cease from mourning, and in smiles of joy are drest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest:
Oh! there is gladness in the thought; ’tis deep, deep joy to me
To feel that those I love so well I there again shall see;
To know that though around them now my very heart-strings twine,
They’ll be forever with me there—forever more be mine!