Lord, we would be growing stronger,
Would be pandering, lingering, longer
O'er the precious things we know.
As the day approaches nearer,
We would have our vision clearer,
And Thyself more precious grow.

Few the hours (and oh, how fleeting!)
Ere the promised, longed-for greeting
Calls us to the home above.
We would, till that blest reunion,
Spend the hours in sweet communion,
Learning all Thy heart of love.
Shall we spend these last few lingering
Moments o'er our troubles, hindering
Love, joy, peace,-the Spirit's fruit ?
O'er some brother's failings brooding,
Harboring unkind thoughts, intruding-
Nourishing some bitter root ?

No; we would be girded, waiting
Every hour that blest translating,
Longing, Lord, Thy face to see.
Watching for the glorious dawning
Of that one triumphant morning,
Jesus, occupied with Thee.

H. McD.

Plainfield.