Into the silent land.
Oh, voices sweet and clear
What light is in the skies?
Is it your glad voices that I hear--
Or the hymns of paradise?

Farewell your faces fade--
Fade--fade--and disappear
In the light no earthly cloud may shade,
Heaven's morning dawning clear.
Oh, land of rest so fair
By angel footsteps trod,
I shall wait for you, beloved there,
In the paradise of God.




VOICES OF HOPE


It is the hither side, O Hope,
And afternoon; our shadows slope
Backward along the mountain cope.

The early morning was so sweet,
We seemed to climb with winged feet,
Like moving vapors fine and fleet,

Not more elastic poised and swung