Poem July 10, 1909 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

IN ÆTERNUM

MARY J. ELMENDORF

There is a deep grave in the heart
Of time, unmarked, weed-grown, apart,
Where seas of fog are creeping.
Break thunders there and bleak winds brood—
Shadow and storm and solitude;
And there gray death lies sleeping.

When came the Word to human ken,
Lifted was sin from hearts of men
And hushed were woe and weeping.
Death fled that presence shelterless,
Down to his primal nothingness,
And there he still lies sleeping.

Only a grisly ghost today—
The fear we bear and then obey—
Darkness on earth is heaping.
As men to saner manhood grow,
Illusion passes, and they know
That death indeed lies sleeping.

No more comes semblance back to dreams
That pass beneath the rapier gleams
Awakening has in keeping;
Life yields nor home nor hiding-spot
To him whom Spirit, All, knows not:
And so stark death lies sleeping.

Forward to freedom, men of God!
Hark, down the steep the Saviour trod
Life's trumpet-call is sweeping!
Vanquished is evil, gloom laid low,
And rebel death, your final foe,
Forevermore lies sleeping.

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