Classic Poem

Shall we not meet in heaven, love,
And know each other there?
Endearing thought! joy cheaply bought!
Why should we then despair?
Why grieve to bid farewell to those
Whom Death removes away!
When we shall meet in brighter worlds,
Where love has no decay.

But shall we know each other there,
In that elysian clime?
Consoling thought — to live — to love —
Through never-ending time!
Hope points to such a God-like gift,
Within the All-wise decree;
Then let me break my earthly bonds,
And fly, my love, to thee.