IN MEMORY OF MARY WHITE SMITH.
RANGOON, BURMAH, FEBRUARY 5, 1888.
I see the blessed angels there;
They beckon me away
From night and pain, from sin and death,
To gladness, light, and day.
I see them on the shining stairs;
What pure white robes they wear
'T will be a heaven of untold bliss
To dwell forever there.
I see, I see their shining wings!
I hear, I hear them raise,
In sweetest tone, in words unknown,
Their songs of joy and praise!
Come, little pilgrim, come away,
To you such grace is given;
Come, for of children such as thou
The kingdom is of heaven!
She listened; up the shining stairs
With happy feet she trod,
And found, so young, that blessed home,
The paradise of God.
February 6, 1878.
