Somewhere

"For he looked for a city that hath foundations, whose Maker and Builder is God."


I.

Somewhere, I know, there waits for me
    A home that mocks the pomp of Earth,
Eye hath not seen its majesty,
    Nor heart conceived its priceless worth, -
Talk not of crystal, gems, or gold,
    Or towers that flame in changeless light,
Imagination, weak and cold,
    Faints far below the unmeasured height!
And through its open doors for aye,
    As ages after ages glide,
Without a moment's pause or stay,
    Flows grandly in the living tide -
Brothers, redeemed ones, pressing home
    From every clime, from every shore,
Beneath that fair celestial dome
    Meet to be parted nevermore!


II.

Somewhere, I know, there waits for me
    A holy, tranquillized repose,
Calmer than summer noontides be,
    Softer than twilight's tenderest close -
Peace, deeper than the peace that stole
    O'er the vexed Galilean flood,
When One, Almighty to control,
    Breathed o'er it the still "peace" of God.
To break that calm, no throbbing pain
    May ever come, no chilling fears,
No hopes unreached, no yearnings vain,
    No love-light quenched in sorrow's tears;
But, while eternal ages glide,
    That hallowed peace without alloy
Shall still increase, and still abide,
    A deepening fount of holiest joy.


III.

Somewhere, I know, there wait for me
    Sweet tones that wander back betimes
Through the charmed gates of Memory,
    Like far-off swell of Sabbath chimes;
And fair, sweet faces, dimly seen
    In the uncertain light of dreams,
And glances, tender and serene
    As star-beams mirrored soft in streams; -
They wait for me who long have missed,
    From the lone paths I since have pressed,
The hands I clasped, the lips I kissed,
    The loves that life's young morning blessed, -
Wait long, while still, through mist and tears
    I darkly wend my pilgrim way,
Until for me the dawn appears
    And night gives place to perfect day


IV.

Somewhere, I know, in brighter lands,
    ONE waits - "the Fairest of the Fair" -
With loving words and gentle hands,
    To welcome all who gather there.
"Father, I will," we heard Him say,
    "That those whom thou hast given me
Be with me where I am, that they
    My glory evermore may see!"
And there, without a veil between,
    The sweetness of His face to hide,
Him whom I've loved yet never seen,
    I shall behold well satisfied -
And, viewing Him, shall sweetly be
    Transformed into His image bright,
And through a glad Eternity
    Walk in His love's unclouded light!

Pamela S. Vining (J. C. Yule)

Pamela S. Vining, also known by her pseudonym J. C. Yule, was an English poet whose work was recognized in the 19th century. Despite her significant contribution to English poetry, detailed information about her life, including her birth and death dates, remains elusive. She remains a noteworthy figure in the canon of English literature for her emotive and thought-provoking poetry.

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At Home

I thought it pleasant when a manly sire
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Beside the hearth of home; - and pleasant, too,
When a fond mother, absent for a day,
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With sire and mother in the twilight hour
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By And By

        God will not let His bright gifts die
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Onward

Onward, still on! - though the pathway be dreary, -
    Though few be the fountains that gladden the way, -
Though the tired spirit grow feeble and weary,
    And droop in the heat of the toil-burdened day;
Green in the distance the hills of thy Canaan
    Lift their bright heads in a tenderer light,
Where the full boughs with rich fruits overladen
    Spread their luxurious treasures in sight.

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    Lengthening shadows as daylight departs;
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    Often we pause with irresolute hearts.
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Sabbath Memories.

I love thee, Sabbath morn! - I cannot say
    But 'tis because my father loved thee so, -
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