My Angel.

Last night she came unto me,     And kneeling by my side,     Laid her head upon my bosom,     My beautiful, my bride;     My lost one, with her soft dark eyes,     And waves of sunny hair.     I smoothed the shining tresses,     With tearful, fond caresses,     And words of thankful prayer.     And then a thrill of doubt and pain,     My jealous heart swept o'er;     We were parted - she was dwelling     Upon a far-off shore;     Yet He who made my sad heart, knew     I loved her more and more;     My love more true and perfect grew,     As each dark day passed o'er;     But she whose heart had been my own,     Who loved me tenderly,     Whose last low words I knelt to hear,     Were, "How can I leave thee?"     And "Death would seem as sweet as life,     Could we together be."     Now, though we two were parted     By such a distance wide,     By such a strange and viewless realm,     By such a boundless tide,     Her gentle face was radiant     With a surpassing bliss;     She was happier in that distant land,     Than she ever was in this.     And in some other tenderness,     Some other love divine,     She had found a peace and happiness,     She never found in mine.     So with a tender chiding,     I could not quite suppress,     Though well my darling knew     I would not make her pleasures less.     "Are you happy, love?" I said,     "Are you happy, love, without me?"     Then she raised her gentle head,     And twined her arms about me;     Yet while my tears fell faster,     Beneath her mute caress,     Her face had all the glory     Of a sainted soul at rest;     And her voice was sweet as music,     "I am happy - I am blest."     "Do you know how lonely-hearted     I have been each weary day,     Praying that each passing hour     Would bear my life away,     That we might be united     Upon that distant shore?"     "Laurence, we are not parted,     I am with your evermore."     "I cannot see you, darling,     Your face I cannot see."     "Can you see the moon's white fingers,     That leads the pleading sea?     Can you see the fragrance lingering     Where summer roses be?     The soft winds tender clasping,     The close-enwrapping air     Enfolding you - Oh, Laurence,     I am with you everywhere."     Then while her face grew brighter     As with a heavenly glow,     In tenderness unspeakable,     She kissed my lips and brow;     Then I lost her - then she left me,     As at the set of day     The snowy clouds float outward,     And melt in light away.     I heard low strains of melody     No earthly choir could sing,     A light breath floated past me,     As from a gliding wing;     And on my darkened spirit     There fell so bright a gleam,     I knew the blessed vision     Was not in truth a dream;     Though death had won from my embrace,     My beautiful, my bride,     I had won a richer treasure,     An angel by my side.     The Father careth for us all     In pity, and I know     My love is not forever gone     From him who loved her so;     When a few more days have drifted     Their shadows over me,     When the golden gates are lifted,     My angel I shall see;     Her veiled face in its glory     Upon my gaze will rise,     And Heaven will shine upon me     Through the sweetness of her eyes.