YOUR father still walks in a garden of roses,
Praising the gracious Creator of all;
In comfort and rapture your mother reposes,
Ready and eager to answer your call.
We tell you that Love is the means of advancing,
Love is the link between every sphere;
Daughter, your spirit is heavenward glancing,
Be brave and be patient, we wait for you here.
For guidance and help in the lesson of love,
Go, as we do, to the Father above.
I read a thought by the lips unspoken,
Clear in the light of my spirit life;
Memory's records are still unbroken,
“Yes” is the answer I send to my wife.
Though all our offences lie open before us.
All our mistakes unto seventy times seven,
The dictum of Mercy avails to restore us;
We are forgiving, and we are forgiven!
Life is progressive; we still must prepare
For fuller enjoyment by service and prayer.
Mother, dear mother, we are not sleeping,
We are awake in a bright new day,
Oft by your pillow a love-watch keeping,
Breathing your thoughts when you rise to pray.
We remember the touch of your loving hand
In the dear, lone home where your lot was cast;
We prepare for you now in the “Better Land”
Of which you sang in the days gone past;
And Oh! what a wonderful blessing to find,
That in spirit we still can converse with your mind!
I slept, I woke, and over me was bending
The loving mother of my early days;
She told me of my earthly journey's ending,
And bid me join with her in thanks and praise.
Here, in our spirit home, I realise
The love I dreamed of when to earth confined;
With missionary souls I sympathise,
Seeking to help the helpers of mankind;
And when in tuneful tones you harmonise,
My friend, I read the music in your mind!