for if heaven be kind -- 1918 -- Penn

Speranza 1918 there's a little brown road windin' over the hill to a little white cot by the sea: there's a little green gate at whose trellis I wait, while two eyes of blue come smilin' through at me! there's a grey lock or two in the brown of the hair; there's some silver in mine, too, I see; but in all the long years, when the clouds brought their tears, those two eyes of blue kept smilin' through at me! and if ever I'm left in this world all alone I shall wait for my call patiently for if Heaven be kind I shall wake there to find those two eyes of blue still smilin' through at me. Penn.