A Vision of the Evening by L. D. Santee

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 17, 1913

A Vision of the Evening

By L. D. Santee

On summer eve, when nature sinks to rest And all the tumult of the day is done; When crimson hues are darkening in the west And darkness follows the retiring sun, Then, fond as mother's prayer for those she loves, Pure as the hearts of children in their play, Our hearts ascend to that dear home above, That blessed land of everlasting day.

Dear is the promise of that heavenly home In the eternal gardens of the sky; Sweet is the land where death can never come, And quivering lips ne'er breathe a last good-by,— That home where fadeless flowers nod and swing, That Summer-land where crystal waters play, Rich with the verdure of a thousand springs, Sweet with the fragrance of eternal day.

Mid gathering gloom our hearts ascend above To that dear land of joy and light and song, Where glad responses meet the lips of love, And "white robes" clothe the everlasting throng: Where toil, and pain, and sorrow are no more, But every wrong's forgotten and forgiven. There, happy on the everlasting shore, We'll breathe the air, and sing the songs, of heaven.

Moline, Ill.