The white-robed saints in glory stand,

Hailing Earth’s lingerers o’er the flood

To the full bliss of Canaan’s land.

Oh, blest re-union! No more tears

Shall dim the sun-blaze of the soul,

But smiles shall be the chroniclers

Of joys that own not death’s control.

W. J. Brock.

The sage’s and the poet’s theme,

In every clime, in every age;