THE CHILD'S DREAM OF HEAVEN.

Mother, I dreamed of heaven;

And all around were choirs of angels, singing

Hymns of praise; and children joining hands,

And looking so bright and happy, that I wished

I could be always with them. And in their midst

The Savior stood and blessed them, saying,

"Suffer little children unto me to come."

Then all around were flowers so sweet, dear mother,

That the whole air seemed filled with fragrance, and

The birds were warbling sweetest songs of love.

The sky was fairer than our sky, dear mother;

And the sunshine seemed more bright; and as it beamed

Upon the angels' forms, they looked as though

All made of light. And then I looked for those

That left us, who, you said, had gone to heaven,

To join the angels round the throne of God.

There I saw sister, and my little brother

We long since buried in the dark, cold ground,

Whom I had thought I never more should meet.

They looked, dear mother, as they used to look,

When they were well and happy; ere disease

Had robbed them of their beauty, or death's seal

Fastened upon their features. And their faces

Beamed with a brightness never seen before.

I asked if they were happy, and if I

Could join them; or if they would return

To us again; and told them, mother dear,

How lonely we had felt since they departed,

And left us in our grief; and how we missed

Their pleasant voices and their merry laugh;

For though you said 'twas wrong to wish them back,

I could not think but you would welcome them.

They were too happy in their angel home,

To think of coming back to earth again;

And neither, said they, could I stay with them,

Because my time was not yet come. But they

Would look upon us from their high abode,

And ask our Saviour's blessing on us both;

And soon his arms would open, and his voice

Would call on us to follow them; and they

Would welcome us to those bright realms above,

Where they, with angels, now have found a home;

Where all shall find a home, a resting-place,

After the toils of earth. Where skies are bright,

And spring forever reigns. Where flowers shall bloom

In never-fading freshness, nor be touched

By winter's frost. And, more than all, where love

Unites all hearts in one great brotherhood,

Nor separation comes to break the chain.

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