OH not to all the angels risen From out the bonds of earthly prison, Return the youthful hue and grace; Some still retain their earthly face, Marked with the majesty of age,— Recorded on a deathless page. Thy grand old face amid the stars Looks down through intervening bars; The love and tenderness are there, With added strength,—that thou may'st bear To see, without the power to aid, The suffering on thy loved ones laid. 'T is well, else we should pray to thee, And thus rob God's divinity.
