Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Cuthbert In Heaven
Dedicated to Mrs. Albert Baldwin
CUTHBERT IN HEAVEN
Beautiful mother
Of a beautiful boy,
Life is Death’s brother.
Weep not for him
Who from the world dim
Rose to the realm of perpetual joy.
Thank God for giving,
Thank Him for taking.
To the Land of the Living
Cuthbert has flown,
By the White Throne,
Where the earth-sleepers in Heaven are waking.
No mortal bliss
Can match his above—
You’ve an angel to kiss,
When you aspire
To the home of desire,
Filled with an infinite Mercy and Love.
Always to you
He will be glorious,
“Tender and true.”
Out of great sorrow
Comes a bright morrow,
When your strong soul will meet him victorious.
He went before
To lead you aright—
To endure and adore:
Free from all stain,
You shall meet him again,
Crowned and caressed in kingdoms of light.
Better by far
To know he is blest,
Like a radiant star,
Than bruised by the blow
Of the world in its woe—
Better God’s wonderful, mystical rest.
Happy is he,
Made a present to God,
That his mother might see
Her way to the skies.
By the path of the wise,
Where the chosen who triumph in anguish have trod.
Christ, in His passion,
Teaches your heart
How sadness may fashion,
With wonderful grace,
The soul for its place
Where mothers and children have never to part.
Cling to the Cross
That was sent you to save
From terrible loss,
Till you have risen
From the tomb’s prison,
Welcomed by Christ who has conquered the grave!