Somewhere

— Dear little life that ne'er knew a cross, And eyes undimmed by a tear. Somewhere, safe in a beautiful home, Did our little one awake, When her untried soul through the great unknown Did it's heavenward passage take. We do not speak of the loved one gone As dead or lost, — no, no. Somewhere, to a beautiful home beyond She passed from the earth below. And an angel fair, with a mother's heart, Shall watch o'er her spirit sweet, Loving, cherishing, our innocent babe, And guarding the dear little feet. Then listen not to the doubting soul, That talks of a cruel God, And prates that the baby's sundered life Is closed 'neath the tear- wet sod; For somewhere, safe in a beautiful home, Our darling our coming waits, And mayhap for us a baby's hands Shall open the pearl-bound gates. Then we'll treasure the wee one gone, in our hearts, Once ours, she is ours for aye; The two worlds touch, and but veil of sense Hides the baby's form away. But it cannot wrest from the mother's heart The love that the baby brought, Or take from her life the blessing rare That the baby's coming wrought. Somewhere, safe in a mansion fair, Is the baby who left us here, Dear little life, so pure and white, And eyes undimmed by a tear. And the mother's heart is filled with hope, — As she thinks of her child, not dead, "Somewhere, dear, I shall have you again, For His angels guard thy bed!" Annie Pack Roberts.