Ee Journal 



CHICAGO, ILL., DEC. 21, 1905. 



No. 51. 



To My Wife in Heaven 



BY REV. L. L. LANGSTROTH 



Wife of mj' youth— I dream of thee, 



Arrayed in bridal form ; 

 I hold in mine thy trusting hand — 



Hail ! happy marriage morn ! 



To God we vow our glad " I will " — 



Thy soft, responsive voice — 

 Of twain made one by wedded baads — 



And I, with thee, rejoice. 



Sweet, loving wife— God's gracious gift- 



And art thou all my own? 

 This plighted hand I'll closer clasp — 



Dear Lord ! I wake alone. 



Ah ! silent lips, whose law of love 



So gently swayed my will. 

 When trusting in thee, heart to heart. 



We were united still. 



Weeping lasts but a night, dear wife; 



Joy Cometh with the light; 

 But for a moment darkened days. 



Then where there is no night, 



Both shall be present with the Lord, 

 Grievings and partings past; 



Soul knit to soul by Heavenly bands 

 While lengthening ages last. 



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