OH! I would dream of heaven again,
‘Twas such a happy dream!
For never had my soul till then
Been charmed by such a theme;
Such sights my eyes had ne’er beheld;
Such sounds I ne’er had heard;
Such sweet emotions ne’er till then
My happy soul had stirred.
Bright visions of the glory-land
With transport filled my soul,
As scenes too pure for mortal eyes
So sweetly o’er me stole;
But the one thought which filled my breast
Was Jesu’s precious love,
The thought which filled each loving heart,
In glory’s land above.
I felt heaven’s joy, I heard its songs,
I saw the mansions fair;
The streets of gold, the beauteous gates
Of pearl, I saw them there;
While happy angels to and fro
On eagle’s pinions flew,
Their faces beaming with delight,
Forever, ever new!
I saw them there, and oh! I saw
The One who died for me,
Now seated on the throne of God,
In glorious majesty.
No look forbidding clothed his brow,
‘Twas love, and only love;
I did not feel a stranger there;
I felt at home above.
I mingled with the radiant throng,
For I could also praise;
Instinctively my tuneful tongue
Caught up the joyful lays;
That song — sweet song — was borne along
With shouts of joy Divine, —
“Thou, thou art worthy, dying Lamb,
The glory all be thine!”
And then they cast their golden crowns,
Each one before the throne;
“Thou, thou art worthy!” still they sung,
No other song was known;
No sorrow there to mar the joy;
No death, no night, no pain;
And not one single discord there
To mar the blissful strain.
I ceased to dream, —and I awoke,
Yet gladness filled my soul;
“Thou, thou art worthy!” still I sung
With joy ineffable;
And still my thankful spirit dwells
With joy upon the theme;
And fond remembrance lingers oft
Upon my heavenly dream.
A. M.