'T WILL not be long.
The dewy morn will pass away
Before the scorching heat of day,
The flowers will droop, birds cease their song;
The sun will seek the go1den west,
Behind the hills 't will sink to rest__
'T will not be long!
It is not far.
Beyond the Clouds that veil the skies,
Beyond the mists that dim Our eyes,
Faith Sees a beauteous, gleaming star; ú
She hears the white-robed angel throng
Sweet strains of melody prolong__
No,'tis not far!