TO ROSE IN HEAVEN
III
I hope you will not wear in Heaven
A different face from that we knew,
Rose, like the rose that morn and even
Hath sun and dew!
A different face from that we knew,
Rose, like the rose that morn and even
Hath sun and dew!
Wear no new smiles, but smile as when
You were our own, to heal and bless,
Drawing from heavy hearts of men
Their heaviness.
You were our own, to heal and bless,
Drawing from heavy hearts of men
Their heaviness.
Be just so kind, be just so brave,
There in your glory infinite!
No primrose growing on your grave
Is half so sweet
There in your glory infinite!
No primrose growing on your grave
Is half so sweet
As you, my dear, were in the world.
You left your own place desolate.
The pale spring foliage is uncurled
And the birds mate
You left your own place desolate.
The pale spring foliage is uncurled
And the birds mate
The pleasant days you loved of yore.
I think that where you are, my dear.
You love the things you loved before
When you were here.
I think that where you are, my dear.
You love the things you loved before
When you were here.
Wear no new face, but keep the old,
Look from your glory and your grace,
From underneath the rays of gold
With the old face!
Look from your glory and your grace,
From underneath the rays of gold
With the old face!
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