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;