When life's fitful reign is over,
When its cherished dreams are dead,
When the spirit is a rover,
When the soul from earth has fled

To the realms of endless glory,
Mortals cannot comprehend—
Long the theme of song and story—
Where old joys and new joys blend,

We shall know and love each other,
Know and love each other there,
Where the angels dwell together—
Angels passing bright and fair.

Nothing lives but love's sweet essence,
And the soul's all quenchless light;
All else sinks its form and presence
In mutation's voiceless night.