Maggie with the Roses in her Hair

There's a hush of expectation
From the silent, standing throng,
Then a burst of jubilation
As the band begins a song,
Ends their breathless supplication—
We behold the maiden fair:
'Tis Maggie with the roses in her hair.

Ascension Day

See the Conqueror mounts in triumph, see the King in royal state,

Riding on the clouds His chariot,
 to His heavenly Palace-gate;
Hark, the quires of angel voices
 joyful Halleluias! sing,

And the portals high are lifted, to receive their heavenly King.