THE CLOUDLESS.
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No shadows yonder! All light and song; Each day I wonder, And say, How long Shall time me sunder From that dear throng? No weeping yonder? All fled away; While here I wander Each weary day, And sigh as I ponder My long, long stay. No partings yonder! Time and space never Again shall sunder; Hearts cannot sever; Dearer and fonder Hands clasp for ever. None wanting yonder, Bought by the Lamb! All gathered under The evergreen palm; Loud as night's thunder Ascends the glad psalm. —Horatius Bonar.