p. 9 | THE CITY OF LOVE by L. D. Santee

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, Cal. · Jun 13, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 23.

THE CITY OF LOVE.

By L. D. Santee

"Glorious things are spoken of thee, O city of God." Ps. 87:3.

In the bright heavens above, in the sunland, Lieth the city by mortals unseen, Home of the soul, 'tis the only, the one land Where pain enters never, or clouds intervene. Wrought without sound of the hammer of labor, None of its dwellers e'er languish or moan, Lovely as Christ the Redeemer has made her, Glory-gilt walls built on rainbows of stone.

Light, as a nimbus of glory shall cover Heavens bright fountains, where streets are of gold; Fragrant the arbors where angels shall hover, Thrilling with gladness that never was told. Lips so long silent, now wake into smiling, Waking to life that is endless and sweet, Harpings and song are the bright hours beguiling, And welcome the rest to the journey-worn feet.

Sweet is that life with an exquisite gladness With the redeemed on fair Eden's bright shore, No falling tears, and no echo of sadness, While the bright years roll in joy evermore Brighter than brightest of all earthly stories, Purer than joys ever known by the world, Is the glad vision of heavenly glories, Where banners of love are forever unfurled. Dixon, Ill. L. D. SANTEE.