There Is No End by Llewellyn A. Morrison

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Oct 22, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 41.

There Is No End

By Llewellyn A. Morrison

Never a word is said But it trembles in the air, For the virgin voice hath sped To vibrate everywhere. Far away o'er unending years The echo shall answer for our ears.

Never a deed is done That dries the tearful eyes, But, like signals of the sun, It flashes to the skies. Overhead the angels read How we have loved our brother's need.

Never a life is lent But love wins a higher throne, For the royal spirit sent Hath a vision all its own. By myriad life is love unsealed, And God, by the sum of it all, revealed.

Never a day is given But it builds the after-years, For it carries up to heaven The promise and the tears. The white to-morrows stand and wait, Like dreaming mutes, at the outer gate.

There is no end. In the sky, The stars are everywhere; Time is eternity; The here is the over there; The common things of the common day Are the minted walls of the far away.