82
Not Understood
A manly boy, reflecting you,
And Lily with her orbs of blue,
And Kate with eyes of hazel hue—
Oh, blessings on that gate, Jack!
And Lily with her orbs of blue,
And Kate with eyes of hazel hue—
Oh, blessings on that gate, Jack!
But angels sometimes leave their homes,
And o’er earth’s lovely valleys roam
In search of buds to deck the dome
Above God’s throne of state, Jack;
They came into our garden fair,
And gathered up our flowerets rare;
Then climbing up yon starry stair,
They brought them through the gate, Jack.
And o’er earth’s lovely valleys roam
In search of buds to deck the dome
Above God’s throne of state, Jack;
They came into our garden fair,
And gathered up our flowerets rare;
Then climbing up yon starry stair,
They brought them through the gate, Jack.
The withered stalks fall ’neath the sod,
And sorrow hung o’er our abode;
Some said it was the “will of God,”
And others said ’twas “fate,” Jack;
And summer came, and spring went by,
The world seemed blank to you and I—
No merry laugh, no childish cry
Was heard about the gate, Jack.
And sorrow hung o’er our abode;
Some said it was the “will of God,”
And others said ’twas “fate,” Jack;
And summer came, and spring went by,
The world seemed blank to you and I—
No merry laugh, no childish cry
Was heard about the gate, Jack.
But peace to us has come again;
We’re linked to them with deathless chain.
Behind the sun, beyond the plain,
We know for us they wait, Jack;
And when we’ve run this earthly race,
In heaven for us they’ll keep a place,
Where, soul to soul, and face to face,
They’ll meet us at the gate, Jack.
We’re linked to them with deathless chain.
Behind the sun, beyond the plain,
We know for us they wait, Jack;
And when we’ve run this earthly race,
In heaven for us they’ll keep a place,
Where, soul to soul, and face to face,
They’ll meet us at the gate, Jack.
