Poems (Charlotte Allen)/On a Little Girl's asking the Author if God Would kiss her when she went to Heaven
ON A LITTLE GIRL'S ASKING THE AUTHOR IF GOD WOULD "KISS HER WHEN SHE WENT TO HEAVEN."
Say, little prattler, wouldst thou know The bliss that doth awaitUs wanderers of this world below, In yonder blissful state.
Thy loving heart did sweetly say, "Will God kiss me on high,If I will love him, and will pray Each day until I die?"
It is not for the human eye, Or mortal heart to scan,The secrets of the upper sky, So wisely veiled from man.
Enough for us, dear girl, to feel There is a God above,Who doth to all his children deal, Impartial gifts of love.
And we, if we obey him here, Shall taste in realms on high,Far from this little earthly sphere, Joys that can never die.