WHEN unto heaven the souls elect take flight The Master keeps the promise He hath made; He binds their brows with diadems of light; He decks their hands with ruby rings and jade. Angels and virgins greet them with their songs; The strings eternal glad them with sweet sound; Like stars agleam they see the saints in throngs And float with them in ecstasy profound. Upon this dream are anchored all my joys; Come, Mother Mary, take me by the hand And lead me out where heaven its bloom deploys,— So I may breathe the perfumes of that land. |