Glad Tidings
If you should hear that I have died,
Do not be sad, be glad for me.
(Though life is good and joys abound
Though happiness may yet be found,)
The many tears that I have cried
For grief untold and sorrow seen,
For what is and what might have been,
Will fade away in love's embrace
When we behold the wondrous place
Where all shall dwell in love alone,
Our final and eternal home.
