CUTHBERT IN HEAVEN
No mortal bliss
Can match his above—
You’ve an angel to kiss,
When you aspire
To the home of desire,
Filled with an infinite Mercy and Love.
Always to you
He will be glorious,
“Tender and true.”
Out of great sorrow
Comes a bright morrow,
When your strong soul will meet him victorious.
He went before
To lead you aright—
To endure and adore:
Free from all stain,
You shall meet him again,
Crowned and caressed in kingdoms of light.
Better by far
To know he is blest,
Like a radiant star,
Than bruised by the blow
Of the world in its woe—
Better God’s wonderful, mystical rest.
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