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HOME.
It is the hour, when labor done, each one
Seeks home. Home, most restful word that lips
Of man can utter. Now to his rest,
The sun is sinking in the golden west,
And 'mid the shadowy mists of eventide
The masts of ships rise up majestically
Against the western sky.
Seeks home. Home, most restful word that lips
Of man can utter. Now to his rest,
The sun is sinking in the golden west,
And 'mid the shadowy mists of eventide
The masts of ships rise up majestically
Against the western sky.
The light and shade
Around the dome of the mansion house
Of the Soldier's Home; the dreamy haze
Of twilights' hour; and view of ocean grand,
As peacefully it sleeps—a picture makes,
Which art cannot produce.
Around the dome of the mansion house
Of the Soldier's Home; the dreamy haze
Of twilights' hour; and view of ocean grand,
As peacefully it sleeps—a picture makes,
Which art cannot produce.
The sun is set.
The sky, from whence it disappeared, is full
Of hallowed glories, not to be described.
Back of arch environing the sunset,
Gleam opaline and purple handiwork,
Which ever-changing, vividly recalls
To mind, stories oriental.
The sky, from whence it disappeared, is full
Of hallowed glories, not to be described.
Back of arch environing the sunset,
Gleam opaline and purple handiwork,
Which ever-changing, vividly recalls
To mind, stories oriental.
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A scene
Like this, of beauty, not of earth, inspires—
And questions fill the mind: Is Heaven,
The home of Christ, Our Lord, and the Redeemed
The other side? 'Tis sweet to think and feel
That this grand arch the golden gateway is,
To the celestial city which we hope
Will one day be our home.
Like this, of beauty, not of earth, inspires—
And questions fill the mind: Is Heaven,
The home of Christ, Our Lord, and the Redeemed
The other side? 'Tis sweet to think and feel
That this grand arch the golden gateway is,
To the celestial city which we hope
Will one day be our home.
The beautiful
City of the jasper walls, from which
He who nearest stood to great white throne,
Because of folly, fell, to rise no more.
'Tis the abode of the angelic host,
In midst of which there stands the Tree of Life—
Through which, in fullness evermore doth flow,
The River of God's mercy and His love.
From thence came One, the Christ, with tender heart,
Who, one with God the Father, willingly
Became a man, and suffered pain and death,
That He unto a sinful world might give,
His Life and immortality and joy.
City of the jasper walls, from which
He who nearest stood to great white throne,
Because of folly, fell, to rise no more.
'Tis the abode of the angelic host,
In midst of which there stands the Tree of Life—
Through which, in fullness evermore doth flow,
The River of God's mercy and His love.
From thence came One, the Christ, with tender heart,
Who, one with God the Father, willingly
Became a man, and suffered pain and death,
That He unto a sinful world might give,
His Life and immortality and joy.
Hast thou, my friend, desired that city fair,—
Whose builder and whose maker is the Lord?
Hast thou received the Meek and Lowly One,
Who opened wide for thee those gates of pearl,
Providing thee within His Father's House,
Of many mansions—everlasting rest?
A home of peace, where God enthroned in light
Rules over all? There thou canst meet and greet
Full many a loved one who has gone before;
Enraptured thou mayst sound a harp of gold,
And join the heavenly choir in songs of praise.
Whose builder and whose maker is the Lord?
Hast thou received the Meek and Lowly One,
Who opened wide for thee those gates of pearl,
Providing thee within His Father's House,
Of many mansions—everlasting rest?
A home of peace, where God enthroned in light
Rules over all? There thou canst meet and greet
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Enraptured thou mayst sound a harp of gold,
And join the heavenly choir in songs of praise.
The homes of earth bring gladness, joy and rest,
But ne'er afford a slight conception of
That home prepared above, by Christ, our Head.
For eye hath never caught, nor hath the ear
Of man received, the faintest glimpse or sound;
Nor hath the mind of man imagined e'er,
One tithe of grandeur, glory, beauty rare—
Or the exalted harmonies within
That place, beyond the beauteous sunset arch,
Which we call Heaven and Home.
But ne'er afford a slight conception of
That home prepared above, by Christ, our Head.
For eye hath never caught, nor hath the ear
Of man received, the faintest glimpse or sound;
Nor hath the mind of man imagined e'er,
One tithe of grandeur, glory, beauty rare—
Or the exalted harmonies within
That place, beyond the beauteous sunset arch,
Which we call Heaven and Home.
That glorious place is the spirit's home,
Where free from care and pain,
The ransomed shall forever roam,
And go not out again.
Where free from care and pain,
The ransomed shall forever roam,
And go not out again.
The River of Life in freedom flows,
There heavenly beauties shine;
There loved ones meet and happiness glows
On features all divine.
There heavenly beauties shine;
There loved ones meet and happiness glows
On features all divine.
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,
The joys that surely come—
To those who follow His Holy Word—
In Heaven, our blessed home.
The joys that surely come—
To those who follow His Holy Word—
In Heaven, our blessed home.
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