VI.
With mute amaze,
And earnest gaze,
Seated round his cot
Entranced, and to the spot
Enchained, we listen to the story.
Catching glimpses of the glory;
As though the echoing roll
From the Eternal Hill,
In soft vibrations broke,
Upon our senses while he spoke,
Sending through every soul,
A deep unutterable thrill!
“Oh! I have been in Heaven!”
To me it has been given
To see the Throne of Light,
And Hosts of Angels bright,
And Ransomed Spirits robed in white;
They knew my name,
And who I am,
And whence I came;
I heard them loud through Heaven proclaim;
“Make room! make room!
John Paul has come! John Paul has come!
Bear the glad tidings far
As the remotest star!
Let every tongue
The shout prolong!
Sound the Redeemer’s praise,
In loudest, loftiest lays!
To Him who bought him
With His precious blood;
To Him who brought him
To this bright Abode
Of perfect blessedness,
And everlasting peace,
‘The Bosom of his Father and his God.’ ”