poems.
21
But her room seems lonely, dreary, and cold;
It does not look as it did of old;
The shutters are broken, the curtains are torn,
And here I sit weeping, sad, and lone.
It does not look as it did of old;
The shutters are broken, the curtains are torn,
And here I sit weeping, sad, and lone.
But I will not mourn, for I know to-day,
She has risen on wings, and flown away
To join the blest "beyond the river,"
And sing God's praises forever and ever.
She has risen on wings, and flown away
To join the blest "beyond the river,"
And sing God's praises forever and ever.
