The Spirit Never Dies
Improvement Era, vol. 22, no. 5, March 1919, p. 412
Coleman, Guy E.
The Spirit Never Dies
When the splendid sun has run his course, And beyond our vision sped, We are prone to think that the light has died, And we say that the day is dead.
But the sun has never ceased to shine, In the kingdom of the skies; It is ever shining somewhere, sweetheart, The sunlight never dies.
When the soul has found life's duty done, And from our presence fled, We are prone to think that the soul has died, And we say that our dear is dead.
But the soul has never ceased to live, In the kingdom of the skies; It is living, loving somewhere, swetheart, The spirit never dies. Guy E. Coleman