To your home on the other shore. Soon "over the sea ye shall walk with me, On the hills by the angels trod, In the garments white, of the sons of light, In the freedom and peace of God. I STILL LIVE. Given under the inspiration of Miss A. W. Sprague, at the conclusion of a lecture in Philadelphia, October 25, 1863.] O THOU, whose love is changeless, Both now and evermore; Source of all conscious being. Thy goodness I adore. Lord, I would ever praise Thee, But most of all, O Father! I thank Thee that I livę. I live! O ye who loved me! Safe in the love that guides me, With fearless feet I tread My home is with the angels- Not dead! O, no, but lifted Now first I know the meaning, To feel that all the tempests Rests on the mount at last; And find them swift returning, With signs of peace from God; To soar in fearless freedom Through broad, blue, boundless skies And catch the radiant gleaming Of love-lit, angel eyes; To feel the Father's presence Around me, near or far, And see His radiant glory To feel those grand upliftings That know not space nor time; To hear all discords ending In harmony sublime; To know that sin and error Are dimly understood, And that which man calls Evil Is undeveloped Good; To stand in spell-bound rapture And see God's glorious sunshine To feel that all creation With love and joy is rife; This, O my earthly loved ones, This is Eternal Life! There, eyes that closed in darkness And those whom death had stricken, The slave shall know no master, There, the worn and heavy-laden At length shall win the crown; In the angel-home above. O, children of our Father! Weep not for those who pass, Like rose-leaves gently scattered, Like dew-drops from the grass. Ay, look not down in sadness, But fix your gaze on high; |