DEATH by Eliza H. Morton

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 17, 1877

DEATH

By Eliza H. Morton

A closing of the eyes On all beneath the skies. A folding of the hands, A shifting of life's sands— And all is still, Against our will.

A little mourning here, By some around our bier. A gathering of friends, A procession that wends To a cold bed, To leave its dead.

And is this all of life, The end of earthly strife? Ah! no, there comes a day, When sleep will break away, Graves open wide, None there abide.

Jesus, our King, will come, To take his jewels home. No sorrow there shall be. Through all eternity, We may dwell Where all is well.

ELIZA H. MORTON.