BEYOND by Alice M. Harper

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 15, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 11.

BEYOND.

By Alice M. Harper

BEYOND the shimmering orb of day, Beyond the fleecy cloudlets bright, Beyond the silvery moonbeam's ray, My weary soul would wing its flight. Beyond the realms of earthly wo, Beyond the wintry frosts of time, To God, my Father, would I go, And dwell in Eden's goodly clime. Beyond the mountains' snow-crowned peaks, Beyond the western hills afar, Beyond the spangled stars of night, There's a home with gates ajar. There's a home—a blessed home— Whose nations never weary grow, Where death and sadness never come, And peaceful waters ever flow. My spirit pants for that blest clime, For regions fair beyond the skies; My fainting soul longs for release; My tired hands would grasp the prize. My trembling soul amid its pain Longs for those spicy gardens rare, With my Beloved to ever reign, Within those mansions over there.

MRS. ALICE M. HARPER. Laingsburg, Mich.