A Home Beyond.
A "home of the pure and the blest."
We long but for peace and rest.
The pleasures of which we were once so fond,
We would sacrifice now, and would sever each
To bow at our Maker's behest.
We are sorrowing mortals at best.
And have need of another___a home beyond.
To-day an old lady had struggled and striven
But vainly, to climb to her farm wagon seat.
It was close to my office her wagon was driven..
I steadied her tottering feet.
Her strength was exhausted, her form dried
She drove off alone thru the street.
Some one's fond, trusting wife,
Some one's dear, loving mother.
Toil, grief, in this life
Give her peace in another.
__Colfax Burgoyne Harman
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)