Poems (Denver)/In Heaven
IN HEAVEN.
Art thou in heaven to-night, On whose awakened sight,The dawn of an immortal day hath burst— In yonder sky afar, I've singled out one star, As cradle where thy infant soul is nurst.
I know 'tis not so bright, As some within my sight, But calm and tranquil as affection's smile; And 'tis for this I love That little star above,And, dreaming, fancy thou art there the while.
For thou, in life, wert mild As summer's fairest child,And walkedst not in the world's deceitful ways; But in the quiet shade, Thy innocence had made—Hadst the glad morning of thy tranquil days.
They passed away, ere thou Hadst bared thy fair young brow,To greet the warm and sunny rays of June; And yet I would not say, Thou hast passed too soon away From earth—Oh, no; we never die too soon.
'Tis sweet to think that one, Whom we have loved alone, Hath found a dwelling in yon world of light; And dream the blessed thought That we are not forgot, Even by those who are in heaven to-night.