Soul-filled with the Angel-dream;
And she blessed each word, in her slumber heard,
Sent down in love supreme.
“Trust? yes, I trust! He knoweth best,
And guardeth my babe who waits
In the Realms of Bliss for a mother’s kiss,
Till I pass the Golden Gates!”
[Franz Hanfstaengl, Munich.
“ALL IN THE WORLD SHE LOVED WAS LOST.”