And when Heaven’s gracious gate is opened wide To show, to gladdened souls, Eternal Day, A child, with sunny hair, will stand beside, To sing a welcome and to lead the way.
Not long we wait,—our baby goes before, Spared from the sorrows which life here doth give,— Happy with Jesus on that Heavenly Shore, Where those He loves forevermore may live.
Thro’ patient toil we’ll reach that Better Land Where now our darling finds her sweetest rest, And then I think that we shall understand,— And say, with happy hearts, that God knows best.
LOVE’S ROSES.
When love ’woke from slumber, At the dawn of day, Roses without number Bloomed upon his way;
But when noonday splendor With her sunlight stayed, Roses, young and tender, Soon began to fade.
When the night winds sighing ’Round Love’s portals play, Rose leaves, crushed and dying, Soon will blow away.