’Twill Not Be Long

’Twill not be long

our jour­ney here;

Each broken sigh and fall­ing tear

Will soon be gone

and all will be

A cloud­less sky

a wave­less sea.

Roll on

dark stream

We dread not thy foam;

The pil­grim is long­ing for home

sweet home.

’Twill not be long; the yearn­ing heart

May feel its ev­ery hope depart

And grief be min­gled with its song;

We’ll meet again; ’twill not be long.

Though sad we mark the clos­ing eye

Of those we loved in days gone by

Yet sweet in death their lat­est song—

We’ll meet again; ’twill not be long.

These check­ered wilds

with thorns o’er­spread

Through which our way so oft is led—

This march of time

with truth so strong

Will end in bliss; ’twill not be long.