"Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy,
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair:
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child."
"The mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
"Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away."
"Sleep, little baby, sleep!
Not in thy cradle-bed,
Not on thy mother's breast,
Henceforth shall be thy rest,
But with the quiet dead.
"God took thee in His mercy,
A lamb untask'd, untried;
He fought the fight for thee,
He won the victory,
And thou art sanctified."
