I have found the joys of heaven,
I am one of the angel band;
To my head a crown is given,
And a harp is in my hand.
I have learned the song they sing,
Whom Jesus hath made free;
And the glorious walls of heaven still ring
With my new-born melody.
No sin, no grief, no pain--
Safe in my happy home;
My fears all fled, my doubts all slain,
My hour of triumph come!
O friends of my mortal years,
The trusted and the true,
You're walking still the vale of tears,
But I wait to welcome you.
Do I forget? Oh, no!
For memory's golden chain
Shall bind my heart to the hearts below
Till they meet and touch again.
Each link is strong and bright,
While love's electric flame
Flows freely down, like a river of light,
To the world from whence I came.
Do you mourn when another star
Shines out from the glorious sky?
Do you weep when the voice of war
And the rage of conflicts die?
Why then should your tears roll down,
Or your hearts be sorely riven,
For another gem in the Saviour's crown,
And another soul in heaven?
Little Rock, Ark.
BY D. J. JORDAN, B. S., LL.B.
WE live between two eternities--the eternity of the past and
the eternity of the present. And who can read the story of
either? The past is buried in oblivion, the future is in the pur-
poses of God. Nevertheless, so bright is the sun of knowledge,
his refulgent beams of information steal through the curtain that
divides the past from the present, revealing examples for both
emulation and warning; while the satellite of revelation throws
a beautiful but uncertain glimmer over the ocean of the future.
Though winding are the paths, and deep the descent into the
lifeless past, with the muse of history as our guide, we enter into
them. As we advance we are cheered by the thought that at