Eva

Dry the tears for holy Eva,     With the blessed angels leave her;     Of the form so soft and fair     Give to earth the tender care.     For the golden locks of Eva     Let the sunny south-land give her     Flowery pillow of repose,     Orange-bloom and budding rose.     In the better home of Eva     Let the shining ones receive her,     With the welcome-voiced psalm,     Harp of gold and waving palm,     All is light and peace with Eva;     There the darkness cometh never;     Tears are wiped, and fetters fall.     And the Lord is all in all.     Weep no more for happy Eva,     Wrong and sin no more shall grieve her;     Care and pain and weariness     Lost in love so measureless.     Gentle Eva, loving Eva,     Child confessor, true believer,     Listener at the Master's knee,     "Suffer such to come to me."     Oh, for faith like thine, sweet Eva,     Lighting all the solemn river,     And the blessings of the poor     Wafting to the heavenly shore