ON HIGHER GROUND by J. H. A.

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jul 16, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 29.

ON HIGHER GROUND.

By J. H. A.

When cheerless valley fogs of night Shut out the arch of blue That all the perfect summer day Has promised joy to you, Remember that the mountain-top With clearer air is crowned; Then onward march with folded tent, And camp on higher ground.

If trouble, like a swarming plague, Besiege your marsh-land state Until you feel you have incurred The enmity of fate, Think not that in a flood of tears Your troubles can be drowned, But rise through all the strength of will, And camp on higher ground.

When mingled tongues and ways of men Becloud your judgment's view, When falsehoods are so nicely veiled Almost you think them true, Just take an upward path until You come within the sound Of that still voice that reaches those Who camp on higher ground.

The texture of your earthly garb Is breaking, thread by thread, And on some day, in some fair clime, You'll don new robes instead; And as your welcomed spirit thrills With freedom newly found, You'll bless the hand that led you there To camp on higher ground.

The sunshine of eternal love Will never cease to flow, The soul out-reaching for its rays Will never cease to glow; Since in that glorious, heavenly life Such wondrous love is found, We still may go from joy to joy To camp on higher ground.

J. H. A.