_When we know that goal awaits each one of us a little farther on_, _When we know how an ever-increasing company of friends is gathered there_, _Why do we not speak of it in our daily conversation_? _Why do we not familiarise our minds with thoughts of worlds unseen_? _There are many beautiful things to be learned of that country_. _There are sacred books of great travellers_, _whose souls have cried_, ‘_Hail across the border_’; _There are truths which have been learned in visions and by revelations_: _All the revelations were not given to St. John alone_, _All the wise men of the world did not die two thousand years ago_! _Why do we not talk of these eternal truths_, _Instead of wasting all our words on the evanesent_, _the ever-changing_, _the trivial_, _and the unimportant_? _There is but one important theme_, _and that is Life Immortal_. I, TOO I saw fond lovers in that glow That oft-times fades away too soon: I saw and said, ‘Their joy I know— I, too, have had my honeymoon.’ A young expectant mother’s gaze Held earth and heaven within its scope: My thoughts went back to holy days— I said, ‘I, too, have known that hope.’ I saw a stricken mother swayed By sorrow’s storm, like wind-blown grass: I said, ‘I, too, dismayed Have seen the little white hearse pass.’ I saw a matron rich with years Walk radiantly beside her mate: I blessed them, and said through my tears, ‘I, too, have known that high estate.’ I saw a woman swathed in black So blind with grief she could not see: I said, ‘Not far need I look back— I, too, have known Gethsemane.’ I saw a face so full of light, It seemed with all God’s truths to shine: I said, ‘I, too, have found my sight, I, too, have touched the Fact Divine.’ HE THAT HATH EARS ‘He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.’—_St. John the Divine_. The Spirit says unto the churches, ‘Ere ever the churches began I lived in the centre of Being— The life of the Purpose and Plan; I flowed from the mind of the Maker Through nature to man. ‘I sleep in the glow of the jewel, I wake in the sap of the tree, I stir in the beast of the forest, I reason in man, and am free To turn on the path of Ascension To the god yet to be. ‘I was, and I am, and I will be; I live in each church and each faith But yield to no bond and no fetter, I animate all with my breath; I speak through the voice of the living And I speak after death.’ The Spirit says unto the churches, ‘The dead are not gone, they are near And my voice, when I will it, speaks through them, Speaks through them in messages clear. And he that hath ears, in the silence May listen and hear.’