It must have come from heaven!

0, most enchanting dream! It must have come from heaven!—little realising, however, that it is the reflection of that blessed abode!

Brother, from thy couch arise;

Angels seek thee from the skies,

Calling thee from dreams away

To the duties of the day.

Yet, before the morning light.

Burns away each shade of night,

Let me paint before thine eyes

Visions of my Paradise.

Seest thou not that seraph bright,

Hov'ring near in clouds of light—

Floating on the viewless air,

Dressed in raiments radiant, fair?

How she longs to speak to thee

Of her Heaven of Purity—

Of those fair and lovely Bowers,

Blooming with immortal flowers!

Listen to the words of love

She would waft from realms above,

Asking thee to come and dwell

With her in the Eden Dell.

Gently does she breathe to thee—

Father dear, mourn not for me,

For thy darling child has found

Peace and Joy on hallowed ground!

Turn thy vision now above,

To the Land of Truth and Love,

And among the stars which shine

In that Canopy Divine,

Trace thy little angel-child

Spared to thee on earth a while,

Then, ascending to her rest,

Found it on the Saviour's breast!

Brother dear, see here displayed

Beauties which can never fade,

Joys belonging not to time,

Joys immortal and sublime!

Dreamy sleeper, soon thy soul

'Mid these pleasures will unfold,

Seeking there, among the Blest,

The Eternal Day of Rest.

From the slumbers of the night,

Wake now to the morning light,

Lab'ring, with the knowledge given,

To prepare mankind for heaven.

Twelve Messages from the spirit of John Quincy Adams through Joseph D. Stiles, medium to Josiah Brigham, Bela Marsh Publishers, Boston, 1859