Above the cannon's roar we hear His voice, "Let no man take thy joy, My Bride! Rejoice! a "Behold, I have prepared a place for thee, That where I am, there thou shalt ever be. a "Look up - hold fast for yet a little space; A few more days, and thou shalt see My face," a A few more tasks, to make thy rest more sweet, A few more sheaves to lay before My feet, a A few more tears, which I shall wipe away, A few more nights, and then eternal day!" a Above the sound of shot and shell we hear, With ear of faith, His footfall drawing near! |