Angel Whisperings to the Dying Child

Darling, we are waiting for thee,
Hasten now;
Go with us, where wreaths are twining
For thy brow.

In the Innocence of childhood,
Thou wilt be
Hailed with gentle shouts of welcome,
And of glee.

Joyous cherubs wait thy coming
Up above;
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
Undefiled;
From the ills of life, we'll take thee,
Sinless child.

Friends will mourn, but this bereavement
They'll endure;
Knowing that their cherished darling
Is secure.

Like a rosebud yet unopen'd,
Thou shalt bloom;
Where no blight shall mar thy freshness,
And perfume.

Child, we're waiting now to bear thee
To our home,
Full of life-of love and beauty,
Darling, come.

-Eliza R. Snow