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There is a world we have not seen, 
That wasting time can ne'er destroy
Where mortal footstep hath not been 
Nor ear hath caught its sounds of joy.
 
That world to come! and O how blest!
Fairer than ever prophets told
And never did an angel guest
One half its blessedness unfold

It is all holy and serene. - 
The land of glory & repose;
And there to dim the radiant scene
No tear of sorrow ever flows.

It is not fanned by summer gale:
Tis not refreshed by vernal showers,
It never needs the moon beam pale,
For there are known no evening hours.

There forms unseen by mortal eyes,
Too glorious for our sight to bear
Are walking with their God on high
And waiting our arrival there.

1 and 2 were read by Dr. Chapin at Gertrudes funeral.

Transcription Notes:
Poem words confirmed in "A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Use of Universalist Societies and Families"