You teeming hosts a' moving on—I love the things of life. You serene glories of the sun's meridian gleam across the extending plains of white; that love and live in the dust of the earth, beneath the sun's great light.
Move you children with the speed of fire; I love those wings that sing in their strength, and might. Haste the speed of the soul that the living mind be right, you things that live in the light of the day—I hate the things of night.
Gather on the plains like clouds all spectered with black and gray. The things of speed shall dwell sublime, though the things that wait shall pass away. I shall call to those of my own in the midst of the sea; I shall wait for those that pray.
There is a light that shines with those that tell of the speed and power. Of the soul that hastens to the things of right in the days of their fleeting hours. Of the things that live in the love of light you people that is of power.
A Meditation—Our Praise
Mosier of the ages hear the children when they cry. Out on the plains they pray. Hold aright the storms that sweep over, bear the tempest far away. The chief of Jehovah's tribune—his hosts above the azure lights of gray. His spirit searches over the plains through all the souls of day.
We have a refuge in the light of the first morning, made brighter by the noon. Unfolding from Zion's harbor unto all the saints upon the spectered earth is strewn. Jehovah's gift descending through the gloom. A great rock that was cut out above the earth, but not with hands was hewn.
Then by the river of Zion all his saints shall meet once more. The angels in their salvation shall set his children then before. When the king descends to welcome his hosts upon that living shore, in one speech all voices of earth his high praises shall sing while crossing over.
This is when the afterwhile has become the present, and the day to come is just now. When those who hasten to be saved before his throne they bow. The tears of grief shall be no more for ever. The call comes forth to know just how. You saints shall answer with the light of life sealed on every ransomed brow.