I’ve reached the sunset side
Of Life’s steep hill,
And oft sweet thoughts of Home
My spirit fill.
That Home which Sunset skies
Seem but to veil,
As joys that once were mine
Grow dim and fail.
But ah! the sunset side
Is surely best!
Behind—the hard long climb!
Soon — Home and Rest.
And faces dear I lost
Long, long ago,
I soon shall find again:
All, yes! I know.
But more than all, One Face
I hope to see —
That face Divine of Him
Who died for me.
L. I. H.