Somewhere

"For he looked for a city that hath foundations, whose Maker and Builder is God."     I.     Somewhere, I know, there waits for me         A home that mocks the pomp of Earth,     Eye hath not seen its majesty,         Nor heart conceived its priceless worth, -     Talk not of crystal, gems, or gold,         Or towers that flame in changeless light,     Imagination, weak and cold,         Faints far below the unmeasured height!     And through its open doors for aye,         As ages after ages glide,     Without a moment's pause or stay,         Flows grandly in the living tide -     Brothers, redeemed ones, pressing home         From every clime, from every shore,     Beneath that fair celestial dome         Meet to be parted nevermore!     II.     Somewhere, I know, there waits for me         A holy, tranquillized repose,     Calmer than summer noontides be,         Softer than twilight's tenderest close -     Peace, deeper than the peace that stole         O'er the vexed Galilean flood,     When One, Almighty to control,         Breathed o'er it the still "peace" of God.     To break that calm, no throbbing pain         May ever come, no chilling fears,     No hopes unreached, no yearnings vain,         No love-light quenched in sorrow's tears;     But, while eternal ages glide,         That hallowed peace without alloy     Shall still increase, and still abide,         A deepening fount of holiest joy.     III.     Somewhere, I know, there wait for me         Sweet tones that wander back betimes     Through the charmed gates of Memory,         Like far-off swell of Sabbath chimes;     And fair, sweet faces, dimly seen         In the uncertain light of dreams,     And glances, tender and serene         As star-beams mirrored soft in streams; -     They wait for me who long have missed,         From the lone paths I since have pressed,     The hands I clasped, the lips I kissed,         The loves that life's young morning blessed, -     Wait long, while still, through mist and tears         I darkly wend my pilgrim way,     Until for me the dawn appears         And night gives place to perfect day     IV.     Somewhere, I know, in brighter lands,         ONE waits - "the Fairest of the Fair" -     With loving words and gentle hands,         To welcome all who gather there.     "Father, I will," we heard Him say,         "That those whom thou hast given me     Be with me where I am, that they         My glory evermore may see!"     And there, without a veil between,         The sweetness of His face to hide,     Him whom I've loved yet never seen,         I shall behold well satisfied -     And, viewing Him, shall sweetly be         Transformed into His image bright,     And through a glad Eternity         Walk in His love's unclouded light!