The Glory Land by WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 23, 1913

The Glory Land

By WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

A mist lay o’er the valley, And air so damp and chill Pierced through each cozy shelter Of woodland, vale, and hill; While overhead the heavens Bemantled in cold gray Attuned to earth’s brown meadows Proclaimed a wintry day.

But on beyond the valley, Beyond the mist hung low, Rose mountains in their splendor Enrobed in sunlit snow. Forgotten was the keenness Of winter’s wind and chill; Entranced, that scene of glory Caused every heart to thrill.

So earth’s chill love is waning, And colder grows the night, But on beyond arises The glory land of light! Too dim our mortal vision To see full radiance there, But through the veil are glimpses Of glorious mountains fair.

Though low hang threatening storm-clouds, Though earth for us is drear, Our eyes are fixed on Zion, Whose mountaintops appear. Forgotten is the anguish Through watches of the night; We cry aloud, Hosanna! ’Tis near — our home of light!