Poems (Odom)/Maggie to Frank
MAGGIE TO FRANK.
Come and meet me, little brother, Come and let me take your hand;Guide me through the darkened valley Leading to the better land.I can hear the angels calling Softly through the summer's breath;Sleep is sealing down my lashes With the icy kiss of death.Hasten, brother, close beside me, Hold my fingers tightly now,For the shadows fast are falling Chillingly upon my brow.
You have been for years in heaven, Living in the golden ray;You have crossed the starless river; Brother, dear, you know the way;And I tremble at the darkness Closing 'round me as I come; I can only hear the angels Singing in their shining homeFar beyond the rolling river, Happy on the golden shore,—I can hear the music stealing Softly through the open door.
Calling, ever calling to me, From across the silent seaLying dark and cold between us— Little brother, come for me.Now, I feel your clasping fingers Folding closely over mine,And across the waveless water Golden lights begin to shine.Brother, lead your little sister Up before the great white throne,Where the loving Saviour tells us Little children are His own.