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And brings my soul from heaven a sign
That it shall know and meet thee there.
That it shall know and meet thee there.
I'll know thee there by that sweet face,
Round which a tender halo plays,
Still touched with that expressive grace
That made thee lovely all thy days;
By that sweet smile, that o'er it shed
A beauty like the light of even,
Whose soft expression never fled,
Even when its soul had flown to heaven;
I'll know thee by the starry crown,
That glitters in thy golden hair:
O! by these blessed signs alone
I'll know thee there—I'll know thee there.
Round which a tender halo plays,
Still touched with that expressive grace
That made thee lovely all thy days;
By that sweet smile, that o'er it shed
A beauty like the light of even,
Whose soft expression never fled,
Even when its soul had flown to heaven;
I'll know thee by the starry crown,
That glitters in thy golden hair:
O! by these blessed signs alone
I'll know thee there—I'll know thee there.
For thy soft eye, within whose sphere,
The sweets of youth and beauty met,
That swam in love and softness here,
Must swim in love and softness yet;
For O! its dark and liquid beams,
Though saddened by a thousand sighs,
Were holier than the light that streams
Down from the gates of paradise—
Were bright and radiant like the morn,
Yet soft and dewy as the eve—
Too sad for eyes where smiles are born—
Too young for eyes, that learn to grieve.
The sweets of youth and beauty met,
That swam in love and softness here,
Must swim in love and softness yet;
For O! its dark and liquid beams,
Though saddened by a thousand sighs,
Were holier than the light that streams
Down from the gates of paradise—
Were bright and radiant like the morn,
Yet soft and dewy as the eve—
Too sad for eyes where smiles are born—
Too young for eyes, that learn to grieve.
