A little longer still, ere heaven unroll
The glory, and the brightness, and the wonder,
Eternal and divine, that waits thy soul.
2 A little longer ere life, true, immortal,
(Not this our shadowy life) will be thine own,
And thou shalt stand where winged archangels worship,
And trembling bow before the great white throne.
3 A little longer still, and heaven awaits thee,
And fills thy spirit with a great delight;
Then our pale joys will seem a dream forgotten,