Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Once upon a perfect night, unclouded and still, there came the face of a pale and beautiful lady. The tresses of her hair reached out to make the constellations, and the dewy vapours of her gown fell soft upon the land.
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
My little girl's in Heaven. She's my angel, and I can draw from that.
A beautiful woman delights the eye; a wise woman, the understanding; a pure one, the soul.
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.