But
as Paula began the second stanza, I heard them pause.
"All the gates of pearl are made,
In the city four-square,
All the streets with gold are laid,
And there is no night there.
"And the gates shall never close,
To the city four-square,
There life's crystal river flows,
And there is no night there."
Paula's voice trembled at the beginning. Then presently the sadness in her
tones disappeared, and they seemed to swell out like an echo of radiant
happiness. Catalina listened, hardly breathing. Involuntarily, I asked
myself if Paula in heaven would be any different from the little country
girl I saw seated near the window at this moment. I had an instant's
impression that a man was standing behind the door, but I felt this could
not be, for I knew that my father would be at his office. A special light
came over the expressive face of Paula as she continued:
"There they need no sunshine bright,
In the city four-square,
For the Lamb is all the light,
And there is no night there."
And then again the wonderful refrain:
"God shall wipe away all tears;
There's no death, no pain, nor fears;
And they count not time by years,
For there is no night there.
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