Poems (Angier)/Her Birthday in Heaven
HER BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN.
Her birthday in Heaven! there is joy in the thought,
A joy with the heart's deepest tenderness fraught;
Could human love ask for its hark of hope more
Than anchorage safe on that beautiful shore?
A joy with the heart's deepest tenderness fraught;
Could human love ask for its hark of hope more
Than anchorage safe on that beautiful shore?
Yes! anchorage safe—for never again,
Shall tempests assail her, nor sorrow, nor pain;
No sharp throb of anguish shall darken that brow,
Now cloudless and pure as the fresh-fallen snow.
Shall tempests assail her, nor sorrow, nor pain;
No sharp throb of anguish shall darken that brow,
Now cloudless and pure as the fresh-fallen snow.
The rich gifts of love thou hadst thought to bestow,
She needeth them not where the crystal streams flow;
For there, in that clime, where no mortal hath been,
The treasures are found human eye hath not seen.
She needeth them not where the crystal streams flow;
For there, in that clime, where no mortal hath been,
The treasures are found human eye hath not seen.
More glorious far than the diamond gem,
Is the radiant crown which One giveth to them,
Whose meekness, faith, patience, and heavenly love,
Have made the soul meet for its bright home above.
Is the radiant crown which One giveth to them,
Whose meekness, faith, patience, and heavenly love,
Have made the soul meet for its bright home above.
Her birthday in Heaven!—and it may not be long
Ere your voice will join hers in the sweet angel's song;
Then faint not, though now to your trembling lips given,
Is this tender refrain of—Her birthday in heaven.
Ere your voice will join hers in the sweet angel's song;
Then faint not, though now to your trembling lips given,
Is this tender refrain of—Her birthday in heaven.