Classic Poem

Adventure, in which I had made known my belief in higher spiritual planes, where our earthly aspirations and longings would be happily fulfilled. She listened intently, her beautiful face beaming [?] with eager interest, and smilingly said — [ " ] I agree fully with you, Dear friend, and I want to you promise me that if I pass to those happy planes before you do, you will come and read this poem as a tribute to our friendship. " I promised, two years later I was called to respond to that agreement, by her family, who had found this written request in her diary.
Somehow I have never felt that Mary Hall was really far away from me. I can only think of her as finding joyful satisfaction, upon the open plains of the
The Great Adventure

1.

Down thro' the open windows
Of my Soul
Pours the changing glory
Of a Setting Sun;
And rays,
All crimson, gold and violet
Play with Aeolian sweetness
Across Life's memories,
Commingling, blending into perfect harmonies
The hours that I have known
In this — Life's passing Day.

2.

And after crimson, gold and violet
Gave place to twilight
Soft and soothing twilight,
Lo, to my waiting soul
Comes down the calm of night
The closing of the day,
The promised Hour of Rest

3.

And then, behold, 'tis Morn
Freshness and fragrance everywhere!
From out the open windows of my Soul,
I gaze upon the glistening dew-drops
Of assurance,
Foretelling the endlessness of Immortality
Around me and beyond
Are fairest fields
Of rich fulfillment;
Above, plane after plane
Of rare attainment;
My dreams, at last,
Have ripened into
Blest realities
Here, in the long-looked-for Realm
Of Life supreme.