Dreaming, he woke; the lamp was burning dim,— The moon-beams thro’ the casement softly crept; A revelation had been made to him Which changed his heart, the while he sweetly slept.
Despair departed, love for life-work came; The holy dream had made the man more wise. He knelt to breathe a prayer in Jesus’ name, While angels sang in peaceful Paradise.
HARMONY AND HEAVEN.
Our souls are made of harmony To sing and live forever; For Harmony and Heaven are one Where discord soundeth never.
THE DANDELION.
One day, in spring, I took a walk And spied, within a field of green, A slender dandelion stock, Upon whose top a flower was seen.
Soon after, passing by the place, I noticed that the flower of gold, Whose stiffened stalk had lost it’s grace, Was turning gray and growing old.
To-day, upon the self same ground, I see a stalk undecked and spare; The flower that once was golden-crowned, Has lost it’s gray—it’s head is bare.