Poem August 16, 1947 Issue

THE VAST FOREVER

Gilbert R. Smith

Someone with faltering voice and tear
Whispers, "He is dead and gone from here."
Yet man is still the same;
He lives, and death is but a name.

Though friends may sever tie and bond
And seem to pass to realms beyond,
It is not true; man does not change,
For none can dwell beyond God's range.

Thought must arise above this dream;
Life is triumphant, Mind supreme.
We face no scourge, no threatening deep;
There is no death, no last long sleep.

Man is not old, nor yet a youth;
He is ageless as eternal Truth.
Free from sickness, death, and strife,
Man lives in God, and God is Life.

Gilbert R. Smith

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