Her thoughts are sweet glimpses of heaven, <br />Her life is that heaven brought down; <br />Oh, never to mortal was given <br />So rare and bejewelled a crown! <br />I'll wear it as saints wear the glory <br />That radiantly clasps them above- <br />Oh, dower most fair! <br />Oh, diadem rare! <br />Bright crown of her maidenly love. <br /> <br />My heart is a fane of devotion, <br />My feelings are converts at prayer, <br />And every thrill of emotion <br />Makes dearer the crown I would wear. <br />My soul in its fulness of rapture <br />Begins its millennial reign, <br />Life glows like a sun, <br />Love's zenith is won, <br />And Joy is sole monarch again. <br /> <br />My noonday of life is as morning, <br />God's light streams approvingly down; <br />Uncovered, I wait her adorning, <br />She comes with the beautiful crown! <br />I'll wear it as saints wear the glory <br />That radiantly clasps them above- <br />Oh, dower most fair! <br />Oh, diadem rare! <br />Bright crown of her maidenly love.<br /><br />Charles Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crowned-4/
