(For Mother in Heaven)
by Mrs. W.F. Eberling
Tall hollyhocks are blooming beside my garden wall,
And as their blossoms wither and silently they fall,
I pray that up in Heaven, by your mansion, God has made
A row of crimson hollyhocks with blooms that never fade.
You used to touch our blossoms, while swift tears blinded me
As I thought of all earth’s beauty your blind eyes could not see;
But today my heart is singing, for I know beyond the skies
You are viewing Heaven’s glories with a pair of clear, new eyes.
They say there is no nightfall in that lovely unseen land,
But I hope God sends one sunset, and that at His command
There will be a golden, yellow dawn to start your eternal day,
And after that glad springtime, with one perpetual May.