There Shall be More Joy
Ford Madox Hueffer
1873 to 1939
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The little angels of Heaven
Each wear a long dress,
And in the tall arcadings
Play ball and at chess;
With never a soil on their garments,
a sigh the whole day long,
Not a bitter in their pleasure,
Not a bitter note in their song.
But they shall know keener pleasure,
And they shall joy more rare—
Keener, keener pleasure
When you, my dear, come there.
The little angels of Heaven
Each wear long white gown,
And they lean over the ramparts
and looking down.