Dry the tears for holy Eva, <br />With the blessed angels leave her; <br />Of the form so soft and fair <br />Give to earth the tender care. <br /> <br />For the golden locks of Eva <br />Let the sunny south-land give her <br />Flowery pillow of repose, <br />Orange-bloom and budding rose. <br /> <br />In the better home of Eva <br />Let the shining ones receive her, <br />With the welcome-voiced psalm, <br />Harp of gold and waving palm, <br /> <br />All is light and peace with Eva; <br />There the darkness cometh never; <br />Tears are wiped, and fetters fall. <br />And the Lord is all in all. <br /> <br />Weep no more for happy Eva, <br />Wrong and sin no more shall grieve her; <br />Care and pain and weariness <br />Lost in love so measureless. <br /> <br />Gentle Eva, loving Eva, <br />Child confessor, true believer, <br />Listener at the Master's knee, <br />'Suffer such to come to me.' <br /> <br />Oh, for faith like thine, sweet Eva, <br />Lighting all the solemn river, <br />And the blessings of the poor <br />Wafting to the heavenly shore!<br /><br />John Greenleaf Whittier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eva-4/
