I stood beside my husband's grave, And mourned;— I felt so sad that he had gone, And left me here alone, Amongst the dead.— I seemed to hear a voice within, Speaking with accents dear, Telling of Hope beyond the grave, And calling me up there, To Heavenly Mansions in the skies, To dwell and be at rest For ever with the blest. Then I thought I saw an Angel's face, Close by me where I stood, And oh! the face was fair to see, So beautiful! So good! My soul was filled with ecstasy, In raptures of delight,— Transported to the very gate Of Heaven's transcendent light. And there I dwelt amongst the throng So glorious and so bright; I soared to earth once more, and stood Beside my loved one's grave, With heart less sad than e'er before, I hurried through the portal door And left my buried dead; But, oh! my heart was changed, My every thought was wrapped in mystery, So profoundly wrought;— Alone! T am yet not alone, For he is with me for whom I mourn, Guiding me onward and upward, To share the love that is made perfect there, Again I shall see thee I know full well, For He has promised that where He is We also shall dwell;— Then long and golden shall be the thread That links me to my long lost love.
