HOME by Edward Rowland Sill

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Apr 4, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 14.

HOME.

By Edward Rowland Sill

THERE lies a little city in the hills; White are its roofs, dim is each dwelling's door, And peace with perfect rest its bosom fills. There the pure mist, the pity of the sea, Comes as a white, soft hand, and reaches o'er And touches its soft face most tenderly. Unstirred and calm, amid our shifting years, Lo! there it lies, far from the crash and roar, With quiet distance blurred, as if through tears.

O heart, that prayest so for God to send Some loving messenger to go before And lead the way to where thy longings end; Be sure, be very sure, that soon will come His kindest angel, and through that still door Into the infinite love will lead thee home. —Edward Rowland Sill.