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