No sha­dows yon­der! All light and song!
Each day I won­der, and say, How long
Shall time me sun­der from that dear throng?

No weep­ing yon­der! All fled away!
While here I wan­der, each weary day,
I sigh and pon­der my long, long stay.

No part­ing yon­der! No space or time
Shall hearts e’er sun­der, in that fair clime,
Dearer and fon­der—in friend­ship sub­lime.

None want­ing yon­der! Bought by the Lamb,
All ga­thered un­der the ev­er­green palm.
Loud as night’s thun­der swells out the glad psalm.