THERE is a time hastening on, when all the years I have lived will seem to gather themselves up and die together; when sun, moon, and stars shall all set at once, to rise no more. When the pulse that has often beat languidly shall give its very last beat, the silver cord shall be loosed, and the golden bowl be broken; when the most familiar scenes shall recede, and the faces of friends shall be darkened, and the loudest sounds shall sink to a murmur, and then the soul will be away TO WHAT? TO WHOM?
Ah, to whom but to Him Who has said: “I will never leave you, I will never forsake you”? With Him if we live, with Him we shall die, and to Him in His fuller presence ascend; for “when flesh and heart fail, God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”
ALEX. RALEIGH.