And was she happy, happier than of old?
Did heaven fulfil its promises of bliss?
And had she seen our other dead, and told
The story of that loving faithfulness
Which held them dearly yet and never would forget?
To all these questions she made no replies:
She only smiled a softly wistful smile,
And looked with gentle eyes into our eyes,
And kissed us back; and in a little while
She said, “Now I must go; my Lady told me so.”