Poem January 31, 1901 Issue

Heavenly Peace

BY E. A. EMERY.

The shadows lengthen in the west,
The night-wind croons a lullaby;
Upon the water's placid breast
I drift beneath the starlit sky,
While o'er me steals a peaceful rest,
 That fills my soul with ecstasy.

Th'eternal, heavenly peace is here,
 I am not tied to earth's dull clod,
 But, freed from every mortal fear,
 Awaken and behold my Lord.
I now can read my title clear,
Through his sweet grace,—the child of God.

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