The Meeting Place
"The ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to
Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads.
Isaiah 35:10.
WHERE the faded flowers shall freshen,
Freshen nevermore to fade:
Where the faded sky shall brighten,
Brighten nevermore to shade:
Where the sunbeam never scorches,
Where the star-beams cease to chill,
Where no tempest stirs the echoes
Of the wood, or wave, or hill;
Where the morn shall wake in gladness.
And the noon the joy prolong,
Where the daylight dies in fragrance,
'Mid the burst of holy song,
Brother, we shall meet and rest
'Mid the holy and the blest!
Where no shadow shall bewilder,
Where life's vain parade is o'er,
Where the sleep of sin is broken,
And the dreamer dreams no more;
Where the bond is never severed,
Partings, claspings, sobs and tears,
Midnight walking, twilight weeping,
Heavy noontide all are done:
Where the child has found its mother,
Where the mother finds the child,
Where dear families are gathered,
That were scattered on the wild,
Brother, we shall meet and rest
'Mid the holy and the blest!
Where a blasted-world shall brighten,
Underneath a bluer sphere,
And a softer, gentler sunshine
Sheds its healing splendor there,
Where earth's barren vales shall blossom,
Putting on her robes of green,
And a purer, fairer Eden
Be where only wastes have been;
Where a King in kingly glory,
Such as earth has never known,
Shall assume the righteous scepter,
Claim and wear the holy crown:
Brother, we shall meet and rest
'Mid the holy and the blest.
Dr. Sonar.