THE HOPE OF LIFE | AdventAI

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Oct 9, 1879

THE HOPE OF LIFE.

THE star is not extinguished when it sets Upon the dull horizon; it but goes To shine in other skies, then re-appear In ours, as fresh as when it first arose.

The river is not lost, when, o'er the rock, It pours its flood into the abyss below: Its scattered force re-gathering from the shock, It hastens onward, with yet fuller flow.

The bright sun dies not, when the shadowing orb Of the eclipsing moon obscures its ray: It still is shining on; and soon to us Will burst undimmed into the joy of day.

The lily dies not, when both flower and leaf Fade, and are strewed upon the chill sad ground; Gone down for shelter to its mother-earth, 'Twill rise, re-bloom, and shed its fragrance round.

The dew-drop dies not, when it leaves the flower, And passes upward on the beam of morn; It does but hide itself in light on high, To its loved flower at twilight to return.

The fine gold has not perished, when the flame Seizes upon it with consuming glow: In freshened splendor it comes forth anew, To sparkle on the monarch's throne or brow.

Thus nothing dies or only dies to live: Star, stream, sun, flower, dew-drop, and the gold; Each goodly thing, instinct with buoyant hope, Hastes to put on its purer, finer mould.

Thus in the quiet joy of kindly trust, We bid each parting saint a brief farewell. Weeping, yet smiling, we commit their dust To the safe keeping of the silent cell.

Softly within that peaceful resting-place, We lay their weary limbs; and bid the clay Press lightly on them, till the night be past, And the far east give note of coming day.

The day of re-appearing! how it speeds! He who is true and faithful speaks the word, Then shall we ever be with those we love. Then shall we be forever with the Lord.

The shout is heard; the archangel's voice goes forth; The trumpet sounds; the dead awake and sing; The living put on glory, one glad band, They hasten up to meet their coming King.

Short death and darkness: endless life and light! Short dimming; endless shining in yon sphere, Where all is incorruptible and pure; The joy without the pain, the smile without the tear. —Cal. Chris. Advocate.