Poems (Odom)/Maggie to Frank

MAGGIE TO FRANK.

Come and meet me, little brother,
Come and let me take your hand;
Guide me through the darkened valley
Leading to the better land.
I can hear the angels calling
Softly through the summer's breath;
Sleep is sealing down my lashes
With the icy kiss of death.
Hasten, brother, close beside me,
Hold my fingers tightly now,
For the shadows fast are falling
Chillingly upon my brow.

You have been for years in heaven,
Living in the golden ray;
You have crossed the starless river;
Brother, dear, you know the way;
And I tremble at the darkness
Closing 'round me as I come;
I can only hear the angels
Singing in their shining home
Far beyond the rolling river,
Happy on the golden shore,—
I can hear the music stealing
Softly through the open door.

Calling, ever calling to me,
From across the silent sea
Lying dark and cold between us—
Little brother, come for me.
Now, I feel your clasping fingers
Folding closely over mine,
And across the waveless water
Golden lights begin to shine.
Brother, lead your little sister
Up before the great white throne,
Where the loving Saviour tells us
Little children are His own.