In Memoriam

'Until the day dawn.'

DEAR father in the flesh and in the Lord,
Absent in flesh, in Him thou art more near,
For thy translation from our travail here
Unto His Presence and His Love's award
Beckons a heart, which hath too little soared,
To press more bravely Christward,— makes more dear
The glorious hope, and less the craven fear
Of toils and troubles,— proves more sweet accord
'Twixt that which is, and that which is to be,
The pain and promise of the second birth,
This Home, and that of the New Heavens and Earth,
Jerusalem the Imprisoned, and the Free.
Eastward thou beckonest! Eastward then the more
I look, long, press, believe, love, and adore!