Hereafter, we shall know what to our eyes
Has seemed as frowning shadow, dark and grim,
Was but the beam that in our vision lay, —
And cloud was not, and sunlight never dim.

Hereafter, we shall feel the silent thought,
That died, unspoke, within a loved one's breast,
And we can lift the vain regret that lived,
And give at last, the restless spirit, rest.

Hereafter, we shall know the boon we craved
Lies not in holding, but in seeking well;
And all the comfort that our hearts can keep
Is but the message that we strove to tell.

Hereafter, we shall love, and being loved
Shall find the interest on the debt we pay;
And know that all the wealth that we can hoard
Is but the alms of love we gave away.

Hereafter, we shall hear, where discords dwelt
The diapason harmony of souls, —
The voice of nature speaking to her God, —
The voice of God, that in the whirlwind rolls.

Hereafter, we shall see the truth arise,
Above the mists that gather cold and gray,
The ray of faith break through the pregnant East,
And waiting for the sign, shall know 'tis day.