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    How far from home? I asked, as on
    I bent my steps-the watchman spake:
    The long, dark night is almost gone,
    The morning soon will break.
    Then weep no more, but speed thy flight,
    With Hope’s bright Star, thy guiding ray,
    Till thou shalt reach the realms of light,
    In everlasting day.
    HHHH 65.3

    I asked the Warrior on the field:
    This was his soul-inspiring song:
    With courage, bold, the sword I’ll wield,
    The battle is not long.
    Then weep no more, but well endure
    The conflict, till thy work is done;
    For this we know, the prize is sure,
    When victory is won.
    HHHH 65.4

    I asked again: earth, sea and sun
    Seemed, with one voice, to make reply:
    Time’s wasting sands are nearly run,
    Eternity is nigh.
    Then weep no more-with warning tones,
    Portentous signs are thickening round,
    The whole creation, waiting, groans,
    To hear the trumpet sound.
    HHHH 66.1

    How far from home? ah, then, I cried
    To God, who marks each plaintive sigh:
    A still, small voice, within, replied,
    Not far from home am I!
    Then weep no more, though round thy way,
    Afflictions rise, and doubt and fear,
    While myriad voices sweetly say,
    The Pilgrim’s home is near.
    HHHH 66.2

    Not far from home! O blessed thought!
    The traveller’s lonely heart to cheer;
    Which oft a healing balm has brought,
    And dried the mourner’s tear.
    Then weep no more, since we shall meet
    Where weary footsteps never roam-
    Our trials past, our joys complete,
    Safe in our Father’s home.
    HHHH 66.3

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