“There Shall Be More Joy…”

THE LITTLE angels of Heaven

Each wear a long white dress,

And in the tall arcadings

Play ball and play at chess;

With never a soil on their garments,

Not a sigh the whole day long,

Not a bitter note in their pleasure,

Not a bitter note in their song.

But they shall know keener pleasure,

And they shall know joy more rare—

Keener, keener pleasure

When you, my dear, come there.

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The little angels of Heaven

Each wear a long white gown,

And they lean over the ramparts

Waiting and looking down.