I see the beaming smile of glad surprise!
What is it, darling! bursts upon thy view,
That makes thee smile in death’s last agonies?
O, would to God that I the myst’ry knew!
Dear Savior! may not I go with my loved one too?
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I, who have shared in every grief or joy,
Which, at thy mandate, pour’d its tide upon
The bosoms of my husband and my boy!
Well, still I’ll share their joy; and near thy throne,