Poems (Angier)/Meet Me in Heaven
MEET ME IN HEAVEN.
"Meet me in heaven"—in pensive strainFond memory bids me sing again;Of one, the gentle-souled and fair—Inspiring theme! This world of careWere blest, indeed, if more were foundLike her who sleeps 'neath yonder mound;And who, ere her pure spirit fled—"Meet me in heaven" calmly said.
"Meet me in heaven" affection's chordsThrill gently at those tender words;Soft as the notes of dying swan—Her face, so bright to look uponBeamed like an angel's, and we knewShe soon would be an angel too.To faith and hope new wings were givenWhen first we heard—"Meet me in heaven."
"Meet me in heaven"—while here we dwell,What mean these words no tongue can tell. To bid adieu to care and fear,Exchange for smiles each burning tear,To wear a crown, to share a throne,To call an angel's bliss our own:Nor is this all—who join the blest,And—meet in heaven—shall know the rest.