What joy to be sure of a home beyond!
A "home of the pure and the blest."
We long but for peace and rest.
The pleasures of which we were once so fond,
We would sacrifice now, and would sever each bond
To bow at our Maker's behest.
We are sorrowing mortals at best.
And have need of another a home beyond.
To-day an old lady had struggled and striven
But vainly, to climb to her farm wagon seat.
It was close to my office her wagon was driven..
I steadied her tottering feet.
Her strength was exhausted, her form dried and shriveled.
She drove off alone thru the street.
Some one's fond, trusting wife,
Some one's dear, loving mother.
Toil, grief, in this life
Give her peace in another.
