The little angels of Heaven <br />Each wear a long white dress, <br />And in the tall arcadings <br />Play ball and play at chess; <br /> <br />With never a soil on their garments, <br />Not a sigh the whole day long, <br />Not a bitter note in their pleasure, <br />Not a bitter note in their song. <br /> <br />But they shall know keener pleasure, <br />And they shall know joy more rare— <br />Keener, keener pleasure <br />When you, my dear, come there. <br /> <br />. . . . . <br /> <br />The little angels of Heaven <br />Each wear a long white gown, <br />And they lean over the ramparts <br />Waiting and looking down.<br /><br />Ford Madox Ford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-shall-be-more-joy/
