The Mother

There will be a singing in your heart,         There will be a rapture in your eyes;         You will be a woman set apart,         You will be so wonderful and wise.         You will sleep, and when from dreams you start,         As of one that wakes in Paradise,         There will be a singing in your heart,         There will be a rapture in your eyes.         There will be a moaning in your heart,         There will be an anguish in your eyes;         You will see your dearest ones depart,         You will hear their quivering good-byes.         Yours will be the heart-ache and the smart,         Tears that scald and lonely sacrifice;         There will be a moaning in your heart,         There will be an anguish in your eyes.         There will come a glory in your eyes,         There will come a peace within your heart;         Sitting 'neath the quiet evening skies,         Time will dry the tear and dull the smart.         You will know that you have played your part;         Yours shall be the love that never dies:         You, with Heaven's peace within your heart,         You, with God's own glory in your eyes.