The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1899-02-27

they meet at the door Of Immortality
Once they saw only Through glssl
darby" Now 1t Ia face to face, corrup
ton, interruption, mortality, immortality
Where are now all their sins and sorrows
and troublesf Overwhelmed In the Red
sea OF death, while they pass through dry
shod. Gates Of pearl, capstones of anne.
thyst, thrones Of dominion do not stir my
soul go much as the thought Of home.
Once there, let earthly sorrows howl like
storms and roll like seas. Homei Let
thrones rot and empires wither. Homel
Let the world die In earthquake struggle
and be buried amid procession Of planets
and dirge of spheres. Homel Let ever
lasting ages roll in irresistible sweep.
Homel No sorrow. No crying No tears.
No death. But home, sweet home, beau
tiful home, everlasting home, home with
each other, home with angels, home with
God!
A Dream Of Homo.
One night, lying on my lounge when
very tired, my children all around about
me In full romp and hilarity and laughter
on tho lounge half awake and half
asleep-I dreamed this dream: was in q
far country. 1t was not Persia, although
more than oriental luxuriance crowned
the cities twas not the tropics, although
more than tropical fruitfulness filed the
gardens. 1t was not Italy, although more
than italian softness filed the air. And
wandered around looking for thorns and
nettles, but found that none Of them
grew there, and saw the sun rise, and I
watched to see 1t set, but 1t sank not And
saw the people in holiday attire, and
said, when will they put of this and put
on workmen's garb and again delve in the
mine and swelter at the forgep" But they
never put of the holiday attire.
And wandered In the suburbs of the
city to find the place where the dead sleep,
and looked all along the line of the beau
tiful hills, the place where the dead might
most peacefully sleep, and I saw towers
and castles, but not mausoleum or .
monument or white slab could see
And went into the chapel Of the great
town, and said, "Where do the poor wor.
ship and where are the hard benches on
which they sita" And the answer was
made me, 1--WE have no poor in this coun-
try" And then I wandered out to find
the novels Of the destitute, and I found
mansions Of amber and ivory and gold,
but not tear could see, not sigh could
! hear. And was bewildered, and sat
down under the branches of a great tree,
and / said, "Where am I and whence
comes all this scenep" And then out from
among the leaves and up the dowery paths
and across the broad streams there came
beautiful group thronging all about me,
and as saw them come thought knew
their step, and as they shouted thought
knew their voices, but then they were SO
gloriously arrayed in apparel such as I
had never before witnessed that bowed
as stranger to stranger But when again
they clapped their hands and shouted,
Welcome welcomed tho mystery all van
ished, and found that time had gone and
eternity had come and we were all togeth-
er again in our new home in heaven, and
! looked around, and said, "Are we all
here9" and the voices of many generations
"All herel" And while tears
of gladness were running down our cheeks,
and the branches Of the Lebanon cedars
were clapping their hands, and the towers
Of the great city were Ginning their well
come we NIL together began to leap and
shout and sing: "HomeI Homel Homel"