HOME by Adelaide Bee Evans

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Nov 7, 1916

FromSigns of the Times, November 7, 1916

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By Adelaide Bee Evans

BY ADELAIDE BEE EVANS

I LONG for home — beyond the sunset clouds That swim in light. Here darkness like a pall my spirit shrouds In evil night; Friends well beloved prove false, my trust seems vain, The road is long. When shall my feet the hills of heaven gain, My lips learn song?

I long for home — beyond the reach of ill Or sorrow's tear, Beyond the dread that haunts the night hours chill For those most dear. Oh, weak my love to cherish them and save them In cruel days, And powerless my feeble hand to guide them Through life's dark maze.

To be at home! No sin, no doubt, no fears, In that glad day! No aching hearts, no pain, no death, no tears To wipe away! But joys unending in those mansions fair, Love, peace, and rest! Who would not be at home, its bliss to share With all the blest?