Now; Then!

How long? How long?
Only until Thy coming!
Will pass into the glory of Thy light—
Our weeping into everlasting song.
Only these days—
These days—so few and short—of pain and tears,
And then—O then, through never-ending years,
Our hearts shall be attuned to perfect praise.
How long? How long?
When shall the joy of Thine appearing be?
O risen Lord, we wait and watch for Thee:
Grant us Thy patience still, to make us strong.

Edith Hickman Divall.
By courtesy of Messrs. Pickering and Inglis.