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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Nov 10, 1904

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 81, No. 45.

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In Fidem

By William Yarnell

WILLIAM YARNELL
Dedicated to the afflicted.
’Not here alone ’We toil and plan, speak cheering words, ’Breathe scent of buds, hear twit of birds; ’We build, adorn, endear a home; ’Enraptured, call the work our own, ’Not here alone.
’Not only here ’We kiss the lips and clasp the hands, ’Love the embrace that love demands; ’Our loved ones but an instant stay, ’Then leave us naught but blight, dismay: ’’Tis lonely here.
’Not here, ah, no! ’The starving soul, the heart’s desire, ’Must slake its thirst in regions higher; ’No perfect pleasures here delight; ’For thorns and thistles, rust and blight, ’Are here below.
’Not here alone, ’The pansy and chrysanthemum ’And flowers all in beauty come; ’A thousand worlds invite us home, ’There’s wealth untold and joys unknown, ’Not here alone.
’Not here and now ’Is life complete. We know that soon ’This earth, transformed, will bud and bloom ’Edenic. All who love the truth ’Will then enjoy eternal youth ’In glory here.