I cannt think of them as dead, Who walk with me no more, Along the path of life I tread-- They have but gone before.
They Father's House is mansioned fair, Byond my vision dim, All souls are his here or there, Are living unto Him.
And still their silent ministry Within my heart hath place, As when on earth they walked with me,
And met face to face.
Their lives are made forever mine, What they to me have been
Hath left henceforth is seal and sign Engraven deep within.
Mine are they by an ownership Nor time no death can free, For God hath given to love to keep its pwn eternally
--Frederick L. Hosmer |
