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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 29, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 9.

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In Memoriam

By L. D. Santee

L. D. SANTEE
CALL them not back to earth’s weariness now; Blossoms unfading will circle each brow. Dim eyes are weeping, and fond hearts are sad; But when Heaven calls, they’ll awake and be glad. Angels watch over each earth-pillow as pressed; They need no lullaby now for their rest. Sweet is their resting, and dreamless their sleep, Never hereafter in sorrow to weep.
Call them not back to earth’s wearisome shore; Sorrows are ended, and burdens are o’er. Blest are their slumbers, and calm their repose, Clear from earth’s sorrows, and free from its woes. Quiet the rest where the tears never fall; God sends the blessings of peace unto all. Storms are unheeded, their slumbers are deep, Never hereafter in sorrow to weep.
Call them not back; there’s a seal on each brow Resting in stillness and quietude now. Pale lips are kissed with the quiet of peace; They from life’s burdens have endless release. Solemnly resting through earth’s passing years, Waiting the day when the Master appears, When the loud trumpet shall waken from sleep, Never hereafter in sorrow to weep.
Call them not back to the valley of tears, Soon they’ll awake to life’s radiant years,— Only to sleep until Jesus shall come, Then to rejoice in the gladness of home. Far-away graves by the sad, restless sea, Precious the dust that is resting in thee, Peacefully sleeping where storms come no more. Call them not back to earth’s wearisome shore.
Moline, Ill.