Consolation by L. D. SANTEE

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 17, 1910

Consolation

By L. D. SANTEE

L. D. SANTEE

The friends I have loved, that have passed from my side, I shall meet in this earth-life never, And yet are the tears of my sorrowing dried, For we shall not be parted forever.

There comes to me now through the word of the seers A wonderful, touching story— That ever through heaven’s inexhaustible years, The soul wears a mantle of glory.

For those who are sleeping so low in the earth Only wait till the Saviour shall call them,— Only rest till they wake to an angelic birth, Where no evil or harm can befall them.

I left them in anguish, my cheeks they were wet; There was death, and a casket before me; But e’en in that hour I could not forget That the promise of God hovered o’er me.

And now, though I’m mourning their absence below, My heart grows light through my weeping, For the grave has no terrors for mourners who know ’Tis a chamber their loved ones keeping Till the voice of the Master shall bid them arise. They have slumbered through earth’s dreary weather, But soon, through the bending, the radiant, skies We’ll all enter heaven together.

And the odor and bloom of the beautiful years We’ll share in the rapture of gladness, And laughter shall fill all the measures of tears, And joy shall remove every sadness.

O ye, who are mourning o’er ridges of clay, Whose desolate bosoms are aching, Look up to the light of that glorious day That soon on the world will be breaking.

Moline, Ill.