Author William Robert Spencer An angel form, for earth too pure, too bright, Glanc'd in sweet vision o'er parental sight: It fled — this holiest hope to faith is given, To find that dream, — reality in heaven! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments