Classic Poem

There is a face at heaven's gate,
A face I long to see,
Lingering by the Jasper walls,
And watching there for me.
There is a face at heaven's gate,
With smile divine and kind
For one who in this stormy world,
Is left awhile behind.
There is a face at heaven's gate,
And if for me a prayer,
The altar of a mother's love,
It still is standing there.
There is a face at heaven's gate,
It cheers me on my way;
And is the morning star that shines
Before the wake of day.

Watching as the angels wait,
As the bells . . . . . of heaven ring, . . . . .
Watching till . . . . . the race is run,
Waiting for the absent one.
Watching as the angels, as the angels wait,
Watching as the bells, as the bells of heaven ring,
Watching till the race, till the race is run,