Of an immortal, holier and higher
Day of perfection; therefore hope on!
Hope on, lest the heart be cankered
By its own sense of dumb despair!
But rather let the soul be anchored
To the veiled Heaven over there
Where the light trembles through the mist
And hope becomes more lucid faith,
Yea, glad expectancy—for lo, the Christ
Bids life unfold its wings and death