Poems (Smith)/Ida in Heaven

by Martha A. Smith

IDA IN HEAVEN.

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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.