Angel Whisperings to the Dying Child
By Eliza R. Snow
Darling, we are waiting for thee,
Go with us, where wreaths are twining
For thy brow.
In the innocence of childhood,
Thou wilt be
Hail’d with gentle shouts of welcome,
And of glee.
Joyous cherubs wait thy coming
Ready now to crown and bless thee
With their love.
Loved one, haste – delay no longer –
With us go
From a clime that intermingles
Joy and woe.
Go with us to heav’nly arbors,
Deck’d with flow’rs;
Where ambrosial fragrance, streaming,
Fills the bow’rs.
Thou art pure – by earth’s corruptions
From the ills of life we’ll take thee,
Friends will mourn, but this bereavement
Knowing that their cherished darling
Like a rosebud yet unopen’d,
Thou shalt bloom;
Where no blight shall mar thy freshness,
Child, we’re waiting now to bear thee
To our home,
Full of life – of love and beauty,