Glimpses of a life beyond come to each faint, weary heart

Glimpses of a life beyond come to each faint, weary heart, And we long for that bright shore where the loved ones ne'er shall part.

Strange, that souls should still live on, hopeless with their hidden pain; When, would they but read the skies, heaven and hope would come again.

Though the life be weary spent, evening brings the glory near; And beyond the sunset's glow, grand the hills of God appear.