And Heaven was all her theme. Her voice would ring
A grateful anthem to the glorious King
Who conquer’d death, and made the lonely tomb
Seem a soft resting place, a peaceful home,
Where the tired wanderer shuts his weary eyes,
And bids a glad farewell to tears and sighs.
And O, the soul! she saw in visions bright,
The veil withdrawn which hides the world of light,
Her eye of faith she raised with fearful joy,
And they were there—her husband—and her boy!