Where there is no more pain—’tis there,
’Tis there we long to be;
O Thou, who didst our sorrows bear,
Bring us to dwell with thee!
Where there is no more pain—how blest
Love’s kingdom, fadeless, fair!
That blissful rest naught shall molest,—
Death cannot enter there.
AMONG THE LILIES.
Among the lilies she lies asleep,
Our Easter lily, so fair and sweet,—
A flower too fair and frail to keep
Where love with sorrow and pain must meet.
Among the lilies in Paradise
(O sweeter than Eden, God’s garden above!)
Stands a little child,—and the same dear eyes
Look up into ours with immortal love.
Among the lilies! Lord, grant that we
With the pure in heart thy face may see,
And find with our loved and our lost a home
Where pain and sorrow can never come.
FORGOTTEN?
By ties as tender as our tears
Our hearts still hold to thee;—
Dear child! death cannot blight the years
Of immortality.