The little angels of Heaven br Each wear a long white dress, br And in the tall arcadings br Play ball and play at chess; br br With never a soil on their garments, br Not a sigh the whole day long, br Not a bitter note in their pleasure, br Not a bitter note in their song. br br But they shall know keener pleasure, br And they shall know joy more rare— br Keener, keener pleasure br When you, my dear, come there. br br . . . . . br br The little angels of Heaven br Each wear a long white gown, br And they lean over the ramparts br Waiting and looking down.