"There Shall Be More Joy ..."

The little angels of Heaven
Each wear a long white dress,
And in the tall arcadings
Play ball and play at chess;

With never a soil on their garments,
Not a sigh the whole day long,
Not a bitter note in their pleasure,
Not a bitter note in their song.

But they shall know keener pleasure,
And they shall know joy more rare--
Keener, keener pleasure
When you, my dear, come there.

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The little angels of Heaven
Each wear a long white gown,
And they lean over the ramparts
Waiting and looking down.