There remaineth…a rest to the people of God. Hebrews 4:9
Words: Lizzie D. Fielder, in Morning Stars, by Tullius C. O’Kane (Cincinnati, Ohio; Chicago, Illinois; St. Louis, Missouri & New York: Cranston & Stowe and Hunt & Eaton, 1890), number 49.
If you know Carroll’s full name, or where to get a good photo of him or Fielder (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Sometime the hands,
Grown weary with life’s toiling,
Shall folded be across the pulseless breast,
Sometime the heart,
With care and pain long aching,
Shall be at rest.
Sometime the feet
That climb life’s rugged mountain,
Shall leave their prints no more along the way,
But pause beside some cool, life giving fountain,
No more to stray.
Sometime the eyes,
Grown dim with ceaseless watching,
Amid the mists that shroud our earthly way,
Shall close awhile to greet again at waking,
A clearer day.
Sometime the soul,
Too tired for longer staying,
Where dirges make the melody of years,
Shall fall asleep to wake ’mid heavenly music,
That knows no tears.
Sometime our pilgrimage here
Will be ended,
Life’s battles fought, and victories be won;
Sometime we’ll hear the Savior’s
Servant, well done!
Sometime, we know this earthly
House will crumble,
Its beauty fade, its mortal powers decay.
But we’ll abide within the heav’nly mansions,
Thro’ endless day.