A vision of glory, of God, and of Heaven!
He saw the paved streets which like burnished gold shone,
And highly exalted sat Christ on His throne;
While the angels were circling within their bright home,
And shouting triumphantly “John Paul has come!”
The Indian fell back on his skin-covered bed,
And soon he was one of earth’s numberless dead;
But his spirit had passed to its home in the sky,
To enjoy the full vision of glory on high.
Oh servant of Christ, speed thee on in thy work!