I am sitting alone in the twilightIn the hush of the closing day,And a feeling of rapture steals o'er meAnd 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 countryThat 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 dreamsWhere dross is not mixed with the goldenAnd life there is just what it seems.I have pictured often the SaviourWith his matchless face all aglow,Walking among his disciplesIn raiment all white like the snow.Lo! o'er my enraptured visionComes a something that seems like a spell—I have caught just a glimpse of that countryFar away where the angels dwell.I can hear the glad strains of their musicAs softly it comes floating near—Oh! rapturous tones of heavenFalling 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 promiseAs I never had thought before.And I think how far from God's purposeThe most of our lives are led—We are so weak, my Father,Calling to Thee for bread.We should make life an exampleStrong with truth, faith and love—Make our lives a structureThat shall rise to the heights above.





















































































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