[Three score and ten, in] W. A. W. A souvenir of the Fourth Annual Convention, at Warsaw, Indiana : July 9, 10, 11, and 12, 1889 |
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“THREE SCORE AND TEN.”
I.
We wait for the gates to open,Wait together, Faith and I;
And the twilight of life comes sweetly,
As the years glide gently by.
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That calls from the future, too;
And we know by the tokens left us,
Of a life serene and true,
That soon, on some bright to-morrow,
When the wings of this flesh are furled,
We shall join them again, and forever,
In that bright and better world.
II.
We know not, we ask not, we think not,For we do not care to learn—
If the gates to that world are of jasper,
Or on golden hinges turn;
Nor whether, when once within them,
On diamonded streets we tread,
So that then, in the light and the glory
Of God, we shall meet with the dead—
With the dead, who have gone before us,
And the wings of the Spirit unfurled
To the beauty, and brightness, and glory
Of that other and better world.
III.
Still the old, familiar facesFrom old coverts sweetly look,
And we hear glad voices singing,
With the breeze and with the brook;
Yet we know they are but echoes
And reflections from above;
So, from earth we turn to heaven
For the beings of our love.
And we wait for the gates to open,
Wait together, Faith and I,
While the night comes down with its shadows,
And the day is drawing nigh.
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