“E’en for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief;
Death cannot long divide.
For is it not as though the rose that climbed my garden wall
Has blossomed on the other side?
Death doth hide,
But not divide;
Thou art but on Christ’s other side!
Thou art with Christ and Christ with me;
In Christ united still are we.”
Consciousness of immortality is a mighty motive in life. If we think only of what lies in the little dusty circle about our feet we miss the glory for which we were made. But if we realize even dimly the fact that we are immortal, a new meaning is given to every joy of our life, to every hope of our heart, to every work of our hands.
The realization of this truth of immortality in our personal consciousness is partly at least a matter of education. We may train ourselves to think of our life in its larger aspect. We may allow our mind to dwell only on material things, and keep our eyes on the narrow patch of earth on which we walk in our daily rounds. Or we may persist in lifting our thoughts to things that are unseen and eternal. This really is most important in the truest religious training and discipline, and we should lose no opportunity to get glimpses of things that are imperishable.
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