Perhaps when the master called her,
And closed her dear eyes in sleep;
We doubted his tender compassion,
And mercy, so boundless and deep.
If the sun of her life in its setting,
Denied us the wished for goodbye,
In the city four square it has risen,
To shine in the mansions on high.
Perhaps in that wonderful city,
Are children who passed on before;
Who wait with the gentle master
To welcome their friend at the door.
For we know that his love is not measured,
And our joys would be incomplete
If a face we loved was missing,
When we kneel at the master's feet.
And perhaps in the one great moment,
When we touch a dear ones hand,
Or hear once more a voice we missed
When we didn't understand;
The perfect joy of uniting
Will repay the pain of the years
When our hearts were filled with sorrow
And our eyes were dimmed by tears.
by
Mrs. Sydney Moon