Sometimes when the day is ended
And the duties of day are done
I'll watch at the western window.
The glow of the setting sun

When the day is vexed with trials
And I cannot see my way through
Then I think of that "Beautiful City"
That lieth not far from view

Then I think of the beauties of Heaven
What splendor I there shall behold
When I reach the portals of heaven
And view the City of Gold

There will fall on my restless spirit
A calm, oh so wonderful sweet
And I shall cross over the river
To rest at my Savior's feet.

~ Mrs. Marvin West ~

This poem was in the records of the Snyder-West family.