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A BETTER DAY

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 1, 1859

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 14, No. 15.

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A BETTER DAY.

By S. Elmer

As we reflect upon the crimes Committed in these modern times, With longing hearts we hail the day, When all these ills shall pass away.
No tidings then shall come from far, Of bloody strife or din of war; The murderer lift his hand no more, And leave his victim stained with gore.
No more be heard the bitter wail, That floats along the southern gale; The widow's sigh, the orphan's moan, The sound of lash, the captive's groan.
No more be watched with dread amaze, The gathering storm, the lightning's blaze; Nor changes shall we e'er behold, From summer's heat to winter's cold.
No breath of pestilential air, No sorrow or corroding care; No judgments there shall stalk abroad, No sin to mar the works of God.
Not long as pilgrims here we roam, As weary exiles sigh for home; For soon to greet our joyful eyes, Returns our long-lost Paradise.
S. ELMER.
Ashfield, Mass.