The gardens of heaven, with their robins and flowers;
Please, God, is there room there for me?”
And then when the angels had opened the door,
God would say, “Bring the little child here.”
But He’d speak it so softly, I’d not be afraid,
And He’d smile just like you, mother dear.
He would put His kind arms round your dear little girl,
And I’d ask Him to send down for you,
And papa, and cousin, and all that I love—
Oh, dear, don’t you wish ’twould come true?