And trace her spirit’s glorious flight
From sorrow, pain, and agony
To peace and joy in worlds of light.
Is she afar? ah! thin the veil
That hides the spirit-land from view;
Such thoughts instinctively prevail,
And my fond heart believes them true.
The angels’ is an inner world,
Not distant, but in life more high;
Though now in fleshly vestments furled