Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies,
Beyond death’s cloudy portal,
There is a land where beauty never dies,
Where love becomes immortal;
A land whose life is never dimmed by shade,
Whose fields are ever vernal;
Where nothing...
Over the river they beckon to me,
Loved ones who ’ve crossed to the farther side,
The gleam of their snowy robes I see,
But their voices are lost in the dashing tide.
There ’s one with ringlets of sunny gold,
And eyes the reflection of heaven’s own...
