Aged 6 Years, 2 Months, 20 Days Almost whose last words were "We shall meet beyond the River." Yes, my darling, when life's shadows Over me do darkly fall, Meet me surely at the river As I haste to obey the call. Gladly through the darksome valley, Through its portals, grim and cold, Will I hasten 'till my nestling Meets me at the "Gates of Gold." Sadly do I miss my wee one, None can fill thy vacant place, Only in my dreams I fold thee, Only then behold thy face. See thee in thy childish beauty, Clasp thy little hand in mine, Ever will those moments chain me, Ever in my heart enshrined. Little Heartsease, "bud of promise," Broken off in early morn, Now can sin no more pollute thee In the angels' bosom borne. In that land no pain or anguish Ever can my child enfold, Then my darling meet thy mother Surely at the "Gates of Gold." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A POET'S FANCIES: 8. THE MODERN POET; A SONG OF DERIVATIONS by ALICE MEYNELL LAUTERBRUNNEN by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 69 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |