And soon amid the brightness She gave me such a look of love, And beautifully smiled. And then I knew 't was Emma, All clothed in robes of white; Her words, they were all music, Her form seemed made of light. She said in tones of melody, "To tell you words of beauty, Of my new and glorious home, Where roses never fade or droop, Where shade can never come. "I am ever round you, Mary, "You cannot see their beauty now, And keep unkind and sinful thoughts "The brightest in my wreath is Truth, The sweetest is called Love, The fairest is Humility, 66 Fresh from the fields above. O, it is dear and sweet to me, To minister to you; To weave you fair immortal crowns, "To be the winged messenger "And then to bear you up to heaven, All glorious and bright, And lead you to the feet of HIM, The fountain of all light." And saying this, she sweetly smiled, And faded from my view. I woke, and found it was a dream; My mother, I am not alone! THE CHILDHOOD OF JESUS. In the green fields of Palestine, Once lived and roved the fairest child That ever blessed the earth; The happiest, the holiest, That e'er had human birth. How beautiful his childhood was! O, dear to his young mother's heart And gentle as the dove; Obedient, affectionate, |