And all its cares and heart-ache laid away,
I could look west ward to the hidden sun,
And with a heart full of sweet yearnings say:
“To-night I’m nearer to my little one
By just the travel of one earthly day.”
If I could know those little feet were shod
In sandals wrought of light in better lands,
And that the footprints of a tender God,
Ran side by side with his, in golden sands--
I could bow cheerfully and kiss the rod,