Crowned.

Her thoughts are sweet glimpses of heaven,     Her life is that heaven brought down;     Oh, never to mortal was given     So rare and bejewelled a crown!     I'll wear it as saints wear the glory     That radiantly clasps them above -         Oh, dower most fair!         Oh, diadem rare!     Bright crown of her maidenly love.     My heart is a fane of devotion,     My feelings are converts at prayer,     And every thrill of emotion     Makes dearer the crown I would wear.     My soul in its fulness of rapture     Begins its millennial reign,         Life glows like a sun,         Love's zenith is won,     And Joy is sole monarch again.     My noonday of life is as morning,     God's light streams approvingly down;     Uncovered, I wait her adorning,     She comes with the beautiful crown!     I'll wear it as saints wear the glory     That radiantly clasps them above -         Oh, dower most fair!         Oh, diadem rare!     Bright crown of her maidenly love.