From The Washington Herald, November 4, 1912. By John A. Joyce. There’s a land beyond the sunset Where the summer never ends And ingratitude is absent Among all celestial friends And our earthly tribulation Is forgotten on that shore, With happiness in splendor And sweet rest forever more. There’s a land beyond the sunset Where the flowers ever bloom, And pure love is everlasting To dispel the shades of gloom, Where the soul is plumed with beauty In an atmosphere of peace, And greed and vicious malice Shall forever fade and cease. There’s a land beyond the sunset Where suspicion cannot go And hypocrisy is never known To entrap with nameless woe, And where conscience ever lingers As transparent as the sun With hope and faith forever When this sordid life is done. There’s a land beyond the sunset And as bright as morning dew, With immortal angels singing For the faithful, brave, and true, Who never sold their honor On this venal, vernal sod But in the silence of their soul Held worship for their God. There’s a land beyond the sunset And another land up higher Where the soul is ever soaring And infused with heavenly fire, Where other suns and planets Roll around in mystic sway In their brilliant evolution And eternal right of way.
Beyond the Sunset