WE SHALL MEET.

By Helen Mar Johnson

We have wandered oft together

At the hour of setting sun;

Shall we wander thus together,

When the toils of life are done?

Many hours we've spent together

Scenes of joy and grief have known;

Shall we spend the hours together

When the joy will be alone?

Sad indeed would be our parting

If we hoped to meet no more,

But although the tears are starting,

Look we to a brighter shore.

Dark indeed would be the morrow

When, apart we sadly roam,

If beyond this world of sorrow

We could see no happier home.

But we've heard a joyful story

Of a land that's bright and fair,

And we hope to share its glory,

And to meet each other there.

Swiftly onward to the ocean

Roll the troubled waves of time,

Bearing us with every motion

Nearer to the blessed clime.

Soon the tears that now are starting

With their causes will be o'er;

Soon the hands now clasped in parting

Will be joined forevermore.

We have shared one home together,

We have sat around one board;

And we'll find a home together

In the Paradise restored!