and chorus, it appeared that year in _Winnowed
Hymns_ as arranged by Hubert P. Main, and it has so been sung ever
since.

Sanford Filmore Bennett, born in 1836, appears to have been a native of
the West, or, at least, removed there when a young man. In 1861 he
settled in Elkhorn to practice his profession. Died Oct., 1898.

Joseph Philbrick Webster was born in Manchester, N.H. March 22, 1819. He
was an active member of the Handel and Haydn Society, and various other
musical associations. Removed to Madison, Ind. 1851, Racine, Wis. 1856,
and Elkhorn, Wis., 1857, where he died Jan. 18, 1875. His _Signet Ring_
was published in 1868.

There's a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith I can see it afar
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

CHORUS
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest,
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Nor sigh for the blessing of rest.
In the sweet by and by, etc.

"SUNSET AND EVENING STAR."

Was it only a poet's imagination that made Alfred Tennyson approach
perhaps nearest of all great Protestants to a sense of the real
"Presence," every time he took the Holy Communion at the altar? Whatever
the feeling was, it characterized all his maturer life, so far as its
spiritual side was known. His remark to a niece expressed it, while
walking with her one day on the seashore, "God is with us now, on this
down, just as truly as Jesus was with his two disciples on the way to
Emmaus."

Such a man's faith would make no room for dying terrors.

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me,
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as, moving, seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark,
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark.

For though from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Tennyson lived three years after penning this sublime prayer. But it was
his swan-song. Born at Somersby, Lincolnshire, Aug. 63 1809, dying at
Farringford, Oct. 6, 1892,