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"I fancy I am taken there
As soon as I have died;
And I roam through all the pleasant place,
With an angel by my side.

"To that bright world I long to go;
I would not linger here,
But for my gentle mother's sake,
And your's, my sister dear!

"And, when I read my book to her,
Or when I play with you,
I quite forget that glorious land,
And the blessed angel too.

"But oft, when I am weary
Of my books and of my play,
Those pleasant dreams come back again,
And steal my heart away.

"And I wish that you, sweet sister
And my mother dear, and I,
Could shut our eyes upon this world,
And, all together, die."

Then spoke his fair-haired sister,
In tones serene and low:—
"Oh, if heaven is such a pleasant place,
Dear brother, let us go!

"Our mother wept when our father died,
Till her bright eyes were dim;
And I know she longs to go to heaven,
That she may be with him.