SUNSET.
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Till we see the mystical wonders your shining portals hide,
And walk in the streets of the city that stands on the farther side,—
And walk in the streets of the city that stands on the farther side,—
Till we find the hopes that vanished like waves from the tide-swept sand,
When the feet of the loved and cherished had entered the Sunset land,—
When the feet of the loved and cherished had entered the Sunset land,—
Till we see with tearful longing, and hold on our hearts once more,
The old familiar faces of those who have gone before,—
The old familiar faces of those who have gone before,—
The old familiar faces, yet bright with a wondrous grace,
As of those who had met the Saviour, and knelt to Him face to face.
As of those who had met the Saviour, and knelt to Him face to face.
Fade, O fires of the Sunset! Fade on the mountain crest,
Scatter the ashes of darkness down from the smouldering west;
Scatter the ashes of darkness down from the smouldering west;
