Frances O'Brien

“ Lean o'er the golden gates of paradise,
With large, love-lighted eyes, when from the dim,
Low land the strains so passing sweet arise,
Smiling to think in human hearts should be
The flame which feeds their burning harmony. ”

“ Calm 'neath the angel of death's bright wings;
"There's light," he said, "will the sun soon rise?
Maybe I'd sleep when the Angelus rings."
When the bells rang in the bright'ning day,
The soul of the old man passed away. ”

“ But none of them doth now remain to me,
They too have died.
The friends of youth no more with tales of old
The pleasant past recall,
In dreamless sleep they lie serenely cold–
I've outlived all. ”