It Comes in my Dreams.
It comes in my dreams, a spot so fair,
All lambent light and shade;
A hush of peace through the fragrant air,
A beauty that ne'er can fade.
All lambent light and shade;
A hush of peace through the fragrant air,
A beauty that ne'er can fade.
A spot so pure, with verdure green,
Set apart from all below;
Its loveliness none but I have seen,
And He who hath made, I know.
Set apart from all below;
Its loveliness none but I have seen,
And He who hath made, I know.
There are pictured rocks, and shelving shore.
And waters with tints of gems;
Rythms of praise, floating o'er and o'er,
With touch of the Master's hems.
And waters with tints of gems;
Rythms of praise, floating o'er and o'er,
With touch of the Master's hems.
The leaves of the trees have a rustle soft,
Like music from spheres unknown,
And the warble of birds is heard so oft
In magic waves of tone.
Like music from spheres unknown,
And the warble of birds is heard so oft
In magic waves of tone.
The flowers that bloom on this fertile spot,
None ever were seen before;
Their color and fragrance more rare, I wot,
Than any this earth e'er bore.
None ever were seen before;
Their color and fragrance more rare, I wot,
Than any this earth e'er bore.
The sunlight is softened, the sky so blue,
The heart sings for gladness and joy;
There is nothing here but is pure and true,
No taint of this world's alloy.
The heart sings for gladness and joy;
There is nothing here but is pure and true,
No taint of this world's alloy.
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