December 20
Companions of the Way (Morning)When shall I come and appear before God?
SOMETIMES when I sit musing all alone The sick diversity of human things, Into my soul, I know not how, there springs The vision of a world unlike our own.
O stable Zion, perfect, endless, one, Why hauntest thou a soul that hath no wings? I look on thee as men on mirage springs, Knowing the desert bears but sand and stone.
Yet as a passing mirror in the street Flashes a glimpse of gardens out of range Through some poor sick-room open to the heat, So in a world of doubt and death and change The vision of eternity is sweet, The vision of eternity is strange.
A. MARY F. ROBIN- SON
VISIONS OF ETERNITY