Poems (Smith)/Ida in Heaven
IDA IN HEAVEN.
Oft thy beauteous saintlike face Shines o'er my lonely way,—O'erwhelms my soul while I trace Thee a spirit in Heaven to-day.
And while I thus enraptured gaze On thy lovely face, I'm weeping,—Remember'd days, and thy loving ways, While thou in death art sleeping.
In fancy oft I see thee yet: Ever thy sparkling eye of blue Reflecting light and love upon The friends whom once thee knew.
And oft in fancy now I paint Thy many acts of love; Thy angelic life without restraint Was meant for Heaven above.
Now thou hast joined the angel band, Though friends on earth are grieving; With crown on brow and harp in hand, Thy reward in Heaven receiving.