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The Dear Togetherness

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 13, 1907

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 84, No. 24.

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The Dear Togetherness

By James Buckham

Of all heav’n-hopes is not this hope most sweet— That “dear togetherness” when we shall meet?
O, everlasting joy of dwelling fast With all our loved ones in one home at last!
What matters then the task we’re set to do, How high or lowly, old as earth’s, or new?
What matters whether crown or yoke we wear, Since evermore we’ll have our dearest there?
To cry, each morn, “My own! my own!” and gaze On unforgotten faces all the days; To know that death no more can make love plead, That were enough—yea, heaven were heaven indeed!
O Thou, sometime, we trust, to set all right, O Thou, not bound fore’er by death’s despite, One thing we crave—let heaven be aught beside— No parting more—beyond that darksome tide!
—James Buckham, in “Wayside Altar.”