HYMN.
(WRITTEN FOR THE CONSECRATION OF SWAN POINT CEMETARY.)
IN the faith of him who saw The Eternal morning rise, Through the open gates of pearl, * 1.1 On the hills of paradise; —
Saw the blessed company Of saints that, evermore, Wander by the wells of life, Or tread the heavenly shore:
Looking to the promised land, Saw the verdant palms that wave In the calm and lustrous air, Through the shadows of the grave; —
In his name, whose deathless love With a glory all divine Fill'd the garden-sepulchre, Far away in Palestine, —
We would consecrate a place Where our loved ones may repose, When the storms of life are past And the weary eyelids close.
Fairer than a festal hall Bloom the chambers of their rest — Sacred to the tears that fall O'er the slumbers of the blest —
Sacred to the hopes that rise Heavenward from this vale of tears, Soaring with unwearied wing Through "the illimitable years."