He knew he was going away from earthly scenes, and with faith and hope, he leaned on the arms of his Lord.

Trained from his childhood in the ways of the divine life, and having walked like the holy men of old in the paths of righteousness, he had no fear as his feet touched the Dark River.

He was ready to launch his soul's bark on the ocean of eternity.

Methinks I see his purified spirit passing out through the Golden Gate yonder, but to sail over a sea more calm than the Pacific.

It is eventide now, but "at evening time it shall be light;" and the light of God's eternal city is shed across his pathway as the Divine Pilot guides him through the Golden Gate of Paradise to the harbour of peace!.