THERE will be a singing in your heart, There will be a rapture in your eyes; You will be a woman set apart, You will be so wondeful and wise. You will sleep, and when from dreams you start, As of one that wakes in Paradise, There will be a singing in your heart, There will be a rapture in your eyes. There will be a moaning in your heart, There will be an anguish in your eyes; You will see your dearest ones depart, You will hear their quivering good-byes. Yours will be the heart-ache and the smart, Tears that scald and lonely sacrifice; There will be a moaning in your heart, There will be an anguish in your eyes. There will come a glory in your eyes, There will come a peace within your heart; Sitting 'neath the quiet evening skies, Time will dry the tears and dull the smart. You will know that you have played your part; Yours shall be the love that never dies: You, with Heaven's peace within your heart, You, with God's own glory in your eyes. |