A Reminiscence

Yes, thou art gone and never more Thy sunny smile shall gladden me; But I may pass the old church door And pace the floor that covers thee; May stand upon the cold, damp stone, And think that frozen lies below The lightest heart that I have known, The kindest I shall ever know. Yet, though I cannot see thee more 'Tis still a comfort to have seen, And though thy transient life is o'er 'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been; To think a soul so near divine, Within a form so angel fair United to a heart like thine Has gladdened once our humble sphere.