What makes a good life for you?

I am sitting alone in the twilight

In the hush of the closing day,

And a feeling of rapture steals o'er me

And my thoughts they are far away.

I am thinking tonight of heaven,

That beautiful land so fair—

Of the angels so pure and spotless,

Who dwell in harmony there.

I have heard of that beautiful country

That God in His wisdom has made—

I have heard of its joys supernal,

Of its flowers that never fade.

I have longed to walk through that city—

That beautiful land of my dreams

Where dross is not mixed with the golden

And life there is just what it seems.

I have pictured often the Saviour

With his matchless face all aglow,

Walking among his disciples

In raiment all white like the snow.

Lo! o'er my enraptured vision

Comes a something that seems like a spell—

I have caught just a glimpse of that country

Far away where the angels dwell.

I can hear the glad strains of their music

As softly it comes floating near—

Oh! rapturous tones of heaven

Falling so sweetly on my ear.

But alas! it has gone all too quickly—

My vision of Heaven is o'er,

And I think of life and its promise

As I never had thought before.

And I think how far from God's purpose

The most of our lives are led—

We are so weak, my Father,

Calling to Thee for bread.

We should make life an example

Strong with truth, faith and love—

Make our lives a structure

That shall rise to the heights above.

The Angels' Diary and Celestion Study of Man