What cloudless scenes of wonder and delight
Come to us in the silent realms of night;
Loved ones we meet, that long have been at rest,
We grasp their hands and clasp them to our breast,
Talk with them of the happy days gone by,
With not a pang of sorrow nor a sigh:
And everything around looks wondrous fair,
Sweet flowers of richest hue bloom here and there;
On either hand we see unnumbered throngs
Of white-robed angels, wafting joyful songs:
And seeing thus, continued glories rise.—
Our souls are ’rapt in endless Paradise.
But mingled voices touch the sleeper’s ear.
And lo! how swift the bright scenes disappear!
The morning light beams through the window pane—
The dream has fled and day returned again.