"SHE has gone to be with the angels;" So they had always said To the little questioner asking Of his fair, young mother, dead. They had never told of the darkness Of the sorrowful, silent tomb, Nor scared the sensitive spirit By linking a thought of gloom With the girl-like, beautiful being, Who patiently from her breast, Had laid him in baby-sweetness, To pass to her early rest. And when he would lisp -- "Where is she?" Missing the mother-kiss, They answered -- "A way in a country That is lovelier far than this: -- "A land all a-shine with beauty Too pure for our mortal sight, Where the darling ones who have left us Are walking in robes of white." And with eagerest face he would listen, His tremulous lips apart, Till the thought of the Beautiful Country Haunted his yearning heart. One morn, as he gazed from the window, A miracle of surprise, A marvellous, mystic vision Dazzled his wondering eyes. Born where the winter's harshness Is tempered with spring-tide glow, The delicate Southern nursling Never had seen the snow. And clasping his childish fingers, He turned with a flashing brow, And cried -- "We have got to heaven -- Show me my mother now!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS AMERICA: SONNET 2 by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL TO SIR HENRY WOTTON (1) by JOHN DONNE MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON |