When, with bowed head,
And silent-streaming tears,
With mingled hopes and fears,
To earth we yield our dead;
The Saints, with clearer sight,
Do cry in glad accord,—
"A soul released from prison
Is risen, is risen,—
Is risen to the glory of the Lord."
SHADOWS
Shadows are but for the moment—
Quickly past;
And then the sun the brighter shines
That it was overcast.
For Light is Life!
Gracious and sweet,
The fair life-giving sun doth scatter blessings
With his light and heat,—
And shadows.
But the shadows that come of the life-giving sun
Crouch at his feet.
No mortal life but has its shadowed times—
Not one!
Life without shadow could not taste the full
Sweet glory of the sun.
No shadow falls, but there, behind it, stands
The Light
Behind the wrongs and sorrows of life's troublous ways
Stands RIGHT.
THE INN OF LIFE
_As It was in the Beginning,— Is Now,— And…?
Anno Domini I_.
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