A GOODLY LAND by Benjamin F. Legget

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Nov 7, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 43.

A GOODLY LAND.

By Benjamin F. Legget

[Prof. Benj. F. Legget, in Zion's Herald.]

HAVE you heard of that wonderful land, my dear— A wonderful land to behold— A land where the skies are always clear, And the harvests are richer than gold?

The flowers are fair, my child, in that clime, The fairest that ever were grown, And the odors that drift through the valleys of time Are the sweets from its gardens blown.

The thistles of hate never bloom on its hills, Unknown are the pestilent tares, But the lowly heartsease with its fragrance fills All the air with the grace it bears.

No cloud ever shadows its wonderful vales, Nor sorrowful tears ever fall; The dweller therein never falters or fails, And the blue sky bends over all.

The land is at rest and its borders have peace; The legions of trouble and fret Never harry its gates, but they vanish and cease From this land of Never Regret.

O, who would not live in this valley of grace, Where anger and worry and frown Never darken or mar the radiant face, Never trample the dweller down!

Would you journey, my child? The way is not long, And is easy to understand; For the pathway that leads forever from wrong Is the way to this goodly land.