Over the rampage of the ages wild, came the voice of Mosier to me. As the sighing winds blow over the mountains and orchard valleys, ye stealthy lights that gleam upon the seas; most assuredly have you been born again. Have your souls been reclaimed by my spirit--I who holds that light of Calverie. Do you know me for yourself and not by another? are the souls that are known of me. From the surging streams of the northland sealed, of the blue that shines across the earth revealed; unto all you souls that pray. Do you hear my voice in harmonies as the vespers play? As the sighing winds pass over the mountains most assuredly have you been, reclaimed by me. I have a torchlight descending from my father's throne. I who bare the sorrows of the world alone. Is sorrow and pain turned to joy before thee; do you love death as the others love life. Is there no secret sin with thee, as with them of unjust strife? I am your strength in this way, I keep for you the eternal treasure of love and life. My father and I have made ourselves known unto thee, you saints of light; most assuredly as the sighing winds pass over the mountains you rest beyond the night. A Praise--The Answer Long ago we left the city of sorrow, for a city which is yet to come. We sought the way that leads to Zion, and Jerusalem our home. Mosier has gone from this world of sorrow, to prepare for us an eternal home. And in the highway he has walked before us, he will ever care for his own. With the new song we shall praise him ever, in that city he has gone to prepare. When we enter the hilleued hills of Zion, O why not come and go with us there? Some people wonder why we are sincere ever; some people wonder why we are true. But to us Mosier is a real friend ever, and he is our glorious king, too. Memory As I wrought in the fields of time one day, I passed through the valley of beauty, of things that were hidden away. To the east and to the west and to all the horizon There were hills and mountains of blue, and gold, and gray. There were clear rivers glist'ning over rocks that were crystal white. There were flowers that bloomed in the shade of a thousand lights. There were stars that shone from the heaven, writing in the silent speech of the night. A people had lived there in that valley one day. They had sung and laughed and some times would cry or pray. As I or you live in the trend of this song that ends in the close of the day. * * * * * A Praise--In Memory of Keturah She was once upon earth, but now she sings through the fields of the stars. She once knew distress, hunger and tears. But now they feed her at Alleuher's own table through the centuries and years.