It knew no future and no past, She stood amidst the radiant throng That came to swell love's welcoming song - This humble soul from earth's far coast The centre of the heavenly host.
On earth they see her grave and say: 'She lies there till the judgment day;' Nor dream, so limited their thought, What miracles by love are wrought.
End of Project Gutenberg's New Thought Pastels, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox