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THE LOVED AND LOST

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 8, 1869

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 33, No. 24.

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THE LOVED AND LOST.

By L. D. SANTEE

For loved ones lost our restless hearts are throbbing, E'en as the waves throb on the sandy shore; Vain is our anguish, vain our weary sobbing— They come no more.
We miss their presence from the accustomed places, Gone are the loved ones that of old we knew, And as we look for them new forms and faces, Fall on our view.
In dreams, glad voices singing joyful numbers, In gentle cadence fall upon the ear, But when the coming day disturbs our slumbers, They are not here.
In memory, are soft eyes beaming brightly, Eyes that were closed in death long, long ago, Resting, the feet that once have tripped so lightly, Beneath the snow.
Deep in our hearts the promise we are keeping, That when the trump of God the earth shall shake, All the dear saints who are in darkness sleeping, To life shall wake.
And when we reach those blissful fields elysian, Where life's pure river from the throne doth flow, We'll meet the lost ones now beyond our vision Resting so low.
L. D. SANTEE. Gridley, Ill.