A rest remaineth on earth's battle fields
To every son of man, a Sabbath rest,—
Progressive states of peace to him who yields
His all to Principle,—unfoldment, blest
With true enlightenment. There is, indeed.
The shadow of a rock, a peaceful place,
A Sabbath rest to-day. The world's great need
Of seeing Mind, man's Maker, face to face
Is now supplied. This hour the truest rest
Is striking from the human mind unrest.
From glory unto glory, God's great power
Hath brought earth lasting peace. Men now are blest
With Life eternal. Wounded men arise
On sin's drear battle fields, freed from the pain
Of pride and sensuous ease. Earth's wondrous skies
Are rainbowed with the promise and the gain
Of man's eternal presence here with good.
A Sabbath rest to all earth's brotherhood
Remaineth still. Self's warfare fades away.
A Sabbath rest enfoldeth all to-day.
