THERE'S A FIELD.

New Zealand Tablet, 21 November 1918, Page 42

THERE'S A FIELD.

There's a field at the end of the road that gleams, and the road is paved with stone, and many a one in his waking dreams going up and down in the bright sun's beams communes with his heart alone. - What are their thoughts in the broad, bright day? Are' they nigh at hand ? Are they far away ? What to them is that lonely field and wide that looks down upon men from the gi-ecn hill eide ? Friend, the field that looketh with wistful smile is a Kirkyard girding a little Kirk, and that Kirk bath a legend scrolled on the aisle reproving sloth and approving work, "to pray for grace and to fast from pride," so speaketh the text, that is scrolled inside the Kirk that stands on the green hill side. To that field at the end of the road that gleams, by the road that is paved with stone, shall each one whether he wakes or dreams, shall each one of us in the bright sun's beams, shall each one go and go alone. Whatever our thoughts in the broad bright day, be they right at hand, be they far away, each shall sleep in that lonely field and wide that looks down upon men from the green hill side. We shall lay us down there, and we one and all, shall abide in that field till the Lord God call. —Philip Francis Little.