Crowned

Her thoughts are sweet glimpses of heaven, Her life is that heaven brought down; Oh, never to mortal was given So rare and bejewelled a crown! I'll wear it as saints wear the glory That radiantly clasps them above- Oh, dower most fair! Oh, diadem rare! Bright crown of her maidenly love. My heart is a fane of devotion, My feelings are converts at prayer, And every thrill of emotion Makes dearer the crown I would wear. My soul in its fulness of rapture Begins its millennial reign, Life glows like a sun, Love's zenith is won, And Joy is sole monarch again. My noonday of life is as morning, God's light streams approvingly down; Uncovered, I wait her adorning, She comes with the beautiful crown! I'll wear it as saints wear the glory That radiantly clasps them above- Oh, dower most fair! Oh, diadem rare! Bright crown of her maidenly love.