Upon Our Sleeping Floor

I listen for steps I shall no longer hear,

A voice that held the melodies of spring,

And yet I feel her presence ever near,

Her love divine that takes from death his sting.

Though she is gone, the human form dissolved,

Her spirit flown to haven and to rest

Will soon return and all will be resolved

On earth the sanctuary of the blest.

Among the rhodendrons and the ferns

Awakened is the heart to Beauty's reign,

The meaning of humility returns

To dissipate the sorrow and the pain.

The feet of God will touch our soil once more,

His golden light upon our sleeping floor.