Joy Beyond

BEYOND the dark, deep grave, whose lowly portal
Must yet be passed by every living mortal,

There gleams a light;
’T is not of earth. It wavers not; it gloweth
With a clear radiance which no changing knoweth,

Constant and bright.
We love to gaze at it; we love to cherish
The cheering thought, that, when this earth shall perish,

And naught remain
Of all these temples,—things we now inherit,
Each unimprisoned, no more fettered spirit

Shall life retain.
And ever, through eternity unending,
It shall unto that changeless light be tending,

Till perfect day
Shall be its great reward; and all of mystery
That hath made up its earthly life, its history,

Be passed away!
O, joyous hour! O, day most good and glorious!
When from the earth the ransomed rise victorious,

Its conflict o’er;
    When joy henceforth each grateful soul engages,
    Joy unalloyed through never-ending ages,
      Joy evermore!