Triumphant wear a crown of light, by earthly trials won:
And mid the friends who went before, the angel, sin-forgiven,
Shall feel that they can part no more, when once they meet in heaven.
True, I shall look on him no more, but he will gaze on me;
Sweet thought! he from his holy sphere my guiding-star will be,
Till purified; and hallowed from every earthly tie,
I share with him that smile of God, which lights the world on high!
LOVE TERRESTRIAL.
They tell me he is dying, yet I look upon his brow,
And never seemed it half so fair, so beautiful as now;