Can the jewel e’er regret
Her rock-bound prison home, when set
In gold and brilliants richly met?
Such our love’s jewel! rich and bright
In Heaven’s fair setting; in His light,
Who fashion’d it for His own sight.
The tie He wove from nature’s loom
Hath link’d us in that training room
Where links are forged that mock the tomb.
Yes! links of gold without alloy,
Which time nor death can e’er destroy
From Him, our life, our common joy
What music in that holy sphere,
Like that which had its key-note here;
Which mid earth’s din, beats soft and clear?
And such was ours — Such will it be,
Eternal music! For ‘tis He
Whose master-hand hath set the key.
From “The Widow’s Mite.”