Waiting till over paradise the sun
Shall rise in majesty, and life begun
Shall grow in glory, as the perfect day
Moves on, to hold its endless, deathless sway.
—William Croswell Doane, The Outlook.
(680)
DEATH AS A SHADOW
Did not Jesus show us glimpses of what is behind the shadow into which our friends have gone?
My neighbor’s lamp, across the way,
Throws dancing lights upon my wall;