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So I'm watchin' aye, an' singing o' my hame, as I wait,
For the soun'in o' his footfa' this side the garden gate;
God gi'e His grace to ilk ane wha listens noo to me,
That we may a' gang in gladness to our ain countrie."
For the soun'in o' his footfa' this side the garden gate;
God gi'e His grace to ilk ane wha listens noo to me,
That we may a' gang in gladness to our ain countrie."
Evermore.
Beheld a golden portal in the visions of my slumber,
And through it streamed the radiance of a never-setting day;
While angels tall and beautiful, and countless without number,
Were giving gladsome greeting to all who came that way.
And the gates, for ever swinging, made no grating, no harsh ringing,
Melodious as the singing of one that we adore;
And I heard a chorus swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling,
And the burden of that chorus was Hope's glad word—Evermore!
And through it streamed the radiance of a never-setting day;
While angels tall and beautiful, and countless without number,
Were giving gladsome greeting to all who came that way.
And the gates, for ever swinging, made no grating, no harsh ringing,
Melodious as the singing of one that we adore;
And I heard a chorus swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling,
And the burden of that chorus was Hope's glad word—Evermore!
And as I gazed and listened, came a slave all worn and weary,
His fetter-links blood-crusted, his dark brow clammy damp,
His sunken eyes gleamed widely, telling tales of horror dreary,
Of toilsome stragglings through the night amid the fever swamps.
Ere the eye had time for winking, ere the mind had time for thinking,
A bright angel raised the sinking wretch, and off his fetters tore
Then I heard the chorus swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling,
"Pass, brother, through our portal, thou'rt a freeman evermore!"
His fetter-links blood-crusted, his dark brow clammy damp,
His sunken eyes gleamed widely, telling tales of horror dreary,
Of toilsome stragglings through the night amid the fever swamps.
Ere the eye had time for winking, ere the mind had time for thinking,
A bright angel raised the sinking wretch, and off his fetters tore
Then I heard the chorus swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling,
"Pass, brother, through our portal, thou'rt a freeman evermore!"
And as I gazed and listened, came a mother wildly weeping—
"I have lost my hopes for ever—one by one they went away;
My children and their father the cold grave hath in its keeping,
Life is one long lamentation, I know nor night nor day!"
Then the angel softly speaking,—"Stay, sister, stay thy shrieking.
Thou shalt find those thou art seeking beyond that golden door!"
Then I heard the chorus swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling,
"Thy children and their father shall be with thee evermore!"
"I have lost my hopes for ever—one by one they went away;
My children and their father the cold grave hath in its keeping,
Life is one long lamentation, I know nor night nor day!"
Then the angel softly speaking,—"Stay, sister, stay thy shrieking.
Thou shalt find those thou art seeking beyond that golden door!"
Then I heard the chorus swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling,
"Thy children and their father shall be with thee evermore!"
And as I gazed and listened, came one whom desolation
Had driven, like a helmless bark, from infancy's bright land;
Who ne'er had met a kindly look—poor outcast of creation—
Who never heard a kindly word, nor grasped a kindly hand.
"Enter in, no longer fear thee: myriad friends are there to cheer thee—
Friends always to be near thee; there no sorrow sad and sore!"
Then I heard the chorus swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling,
"Enter, brother; thine are friendship, love, and gladness evermore!"
Had driven, like a helmless bark, from infancy's bright land;
Who ne'er had met a kindly look—poor outcast of creation—
Who never heard a kindly word, nor grasped a kindly hand.
"Enter in, no longer fear thee: myriad friends are there to cheer thee—
Friends always to be near thee; there no sorrow sad and sore!"
Then I heard the chorus swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling,
"Enter, brother; thine are friendship, love, and gladness evermore!"
