HOW FAR FROM HOME? by Annie R. Smith

Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Nov 29, 1853

HOW FAR FROM HOME?

By Annie R. Smith

*Tune—"Midnight Hour."

How far from home? I asked, as on I bent my steps—the Watchman spake: The long, dark night is almost gone, The morning soon will break. Then weep no more, but speed thy flight, With Hope's bright Star, thy guiding ray, Till thou shalt reach the realms of light, In everlasting day.

I asked the Warrior on the field: This was his soul-inspiring song: With courage, bold, the sword I'll wield, The battle is not long. Then weep no more, but well endure The conflict, till thy work is done; For this we know, the prize is sure, When victory is won.

I asked again: earth, sea and sun Seemed, with one voice, to make reply: Time's wasting sands are nearly run, Eternity is nigh. Then weep no more—with warning tones, Portentous signs are thickening round, The whole creation, waiting, groans, To hear the trumpet sound.

How far from home? ah, then, I cried To God, who marks each plaintive sigh: A still, small voice, within, replied, Not far from home am I! Then weep no more, though round thy way, Afflictions rise, and doubt and fear, While myriad voices sweetly say, The Pilgrim's home is near.

Not far from home! O blessed thought! The traveler's lonely heart to cheer; Which oft a healing balm has brought, And dried the mourner's tear. Then weep no more, since we shall meet Where weary footsteps never roam— Our trials past, our joys complete, Safe in our Father's home. ANNIE R. SMITH.