Poem

Twilight and evening star,
And after that the dark!
May there be no sadness of farewell,
When I'm at last embarked;
For all without is bourne of time and space,
And the floods may bear me far,
But I want to see my Pilot face to face
When I've crossed the bar.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
That life is just an empty dream!
And the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Yea, life is real! And life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
For dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Lives of great men all remind us,
And we can make our lives sublime,
And, partings, leave behind us,
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
While sailing over life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
In seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us be up, then, and doing,
With a heart for any strife;
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife.


I always liked that Psalm of Life: "Partings leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time." I want people to know that when I leave that I have done the very best that I know how to serve God and His church while I was here (That's right.), for His church, and it's for His glory.
EXPERIENCES - December 7, 1947


Someday setting yonder on the celestial hills of glory, where the sun will never go down in that city, where the saints are all over there shouting, those old heroes of the faith, looking back down those places yonder, and seeing a path made of glory, I want to set with them, and see that I put my head up in the air, and trusted God, and walked on in the time of storm.
LAMB'S BOOK OF LIFE - August 1956