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A CHILD’S DREAM. 3


Amid the sunless, moonless blaze of heaven’s unclouded day.

Yet in thy measure, Fancy deems, thy soul may now partake

Those glories which the harps and songs of angels ever wake;

And to thy sight unconsciously are transient

glimpses given,

Whose bright beatitudes fulfil a child’s sweet

dream of heaven.

And is it not a lovely scene that greets thy vision now, —

Where gratitude warms every breast, and joy lights every brow?

Where tears are wiped from every eye, and sick- ness comes not near,

And hope, in certainty fulfill’d, has banish’d every fear?

What seest thou in that realm sublime? — the spirits of the just

Made perfect through the blood of Him in

. whom they placed their trust?

The tuneful seraph host that raise their songs around the throne,

Giving to God and to the Lamb the praise that is their own?

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