Classic Poem

IN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION, " WILL YOU SEND FOR ME WHEN YOU ARE ILL? "

The promise I have made thee,
Doubt not I will fulfil,
For I would have thee near me,
My friend, when I am ill;
Yes, I would lay my aching head
Upon thy faithful breast,
And while I felt its gentle throb,
Would sweetly sink to rest.

Come, throw thy arms about me,
As thou hast oft before;
The song I loved so dearly,
Oh! sing to me once more.
Yes, twine thine arms around me,
And press thy cheek to mine;
The love that thus has warmed me,
Shall evermore be thine.

It was but yester-night I dreamed,
In Eden's bower we strayed,
And sat, and talked of happiness,
Beneath the olive shade.
There every tree, and plant, and flower,
In all their beauty bloomed,
And with their balmy fragrance,
The evening air perfumed.

Oh! there is a fairer Eden,
In yonder world above;
There may we meet, no more to part,
Friend of my fondest love!
There may thy voice in higher strains,
Than it on earth can raise,
Be tuned with all the heavenly choir,
To its Redeemer's praise.