Your ShelfYour Projects

The Land of Peace

14%

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Feb 17, 1914

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 41, No. 6.

Read the full edition

The Land of Peace

By L. D. Santee

THERE is a land where ne'er a note of sadness Shall mar the sweetness of its sacred bowers, But every song shall thrill with rapturous gladness, And mingle with the breath of fadeless flowers; The land where every face shall shine immortal, Where earth's rude, jarring sounds forever cease; A land within whose angel-guarded portals Are homes of beauty and of endless peace;
That dear home land within whose sacred border Earth-weary souls find resting long and sweet. The wondrous pearly gate, with angel warder, Shall open wide to welcome pilgrim feet. Long shall they rest, with no sad miserere. Long shall they feel from pain a glad release; Long, long enjoy the hours, never dreary, In homes of beauty and of endless peace.
No doubting friends, no questions or surmising, In that blest country far within the sky! No faith is lost, no sinful thoughts arising, To break the peace of those who dwell on high. But loving ones shall meet with glad embraces, Fearing no more earth's sickness or decease; And joy shall beam on holy, happy faces, In homes of beauty and of endless peace.
Though dull years pass, there seems no cheering token, No welcoming message from the dear home land. Still does the azure dome remain unbroken, And still are brows by earthly breezes fanned. But in God's own good time the joys of heaven Will greet the white-robed throng, whose sorrows cease. A palm and crown will to the saints be given, In homes of beauty and of endless peace.
L. D. SANTEE.