. Poems of life in the country and by the sea . me;Moonlight, shadowy visions, Visions of olden times,Folded their charms around me, Moved by the ringing chimes. Chimes were ringing, ringing, Ringing each joyful their musical diamonds The old, old songs to tell. (One summer eve, while sitting under the trees in the Bostonpublic garden, near to the many churches.) A SongA LIGHT FROM PARADISE I dreamed that I sailed on a river fair Towards the heavenly Jerusalem,While from far away, all the golden day. Came sweet songs from the angels home. A storm swept the waters, the daylight fl
. Poems of life in the country and by the sea . me;Moonlight, shadowy visions, Visions of olden times,Folded their charms around me, Moved by the ringing chimes. Chimes were ringing, ringing, Ringing each joyful their musical diamonds The old, old songs to tell. (One summer eve, while sitting under the trees in the Bostonpublic garden, near to the many churches.) A SongA LIGHT FROM PARADISE I dreamed that I sailed on a river fair Towards the heavenly Jerusalem,While from far away, all the golden day. Came sweet songs from the angels home. A storm swept the waters, the daylight the night, fierce the wind and cold. But I knew that the King of that heavenly landWould bring me safe into His fold. I dreamed that the King sent his angels down. That they played on their harps of the storm was stilled and my soul was thrilled While the harmonies upward rolled. The darkness of night sped softly away,Neer a cloud in the skys blue dome. Then a glorious Light shone from ParadiseAnd I knew I was almost home. 78. POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE A TRIP TO CHILDHOOD Could we roll back the curtain that covers the past,Could we clear from lifes shore the sands of time, We would see the blue skies with no clouds overcast,And hear the joy-bells of our childhood chime. Then the path will seem brighter as farther we go,While we enter the region of joys overflow, And the schoolmates we loved will seemingly sayCome nearer and nearer, come join in our play. There are sweet little faces, the boys and the they frolic, child-nature unfurls; Their shouting and laughing brings the times as of old;Weve reached the ioy-harbor, were back in the fold. Tis our childhood again—then the curtain drops downAnd the waves of the past recede from the shore; The pathway now leads from the cross to the crownIn the Beautiful Land of the Evermore. 80
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