BELOVED, in your bright world of purest bliss
Dost still love those whom thou didst love in this
Do thoughts of joys we 've shared together here,
Come to thee, ever, in that blissful sphere ?
Thy heart of love so pure and so divine,
Oh, is it still-beloved, -still is it mine?
Yes, by the joys which now my full heart thrill,
I feel, I know thou lov'st thy husband still ;
Thy husband now ; though thou art gone above,
Thou hast not fled beyond my constant love.
Death hath no shade my love would fear to meet ;
I feel, to love a wife in heaven, 'tis sweet.
And though now left to journey on alone,
The joys thy presence gave forever flown,
One hope doth brightly o'er the dark way shine :
'Tis that in heaven I soon shall find thee mine ;
Where no more doubt, or anxious fears shall rise,
'Nor parting tears again shall dim our eyes.
0, 'twill be sweet to meet on that blest shore,
All sorrows pass'd, all pains forever o'er ;
My soul, impatient, longs to soar away
To those bright realms where thou dost waiting stay
To greet my coming, and the joys relate,
Which thou art sharing now in that blest state.
O, 'twill be sweet from thy dear lips to hear
The joys which thou hast found in fulness there ;
To hasten on, with thy dear hand in mine,
Up to the throne where sits our Lord divine ;
To walk together by the crystal stream,
While Christ and his great love shall be our theme.
My prisoned spirit sighs to be at rest,
With thee, beloved, in that sweet home so blest
