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THE CHILD'S GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN.
WRITTEN AT TEN YEARS OF AGE.
O Mother, such a glorious dream!
All heaven seemed open to my sight;
The palaces, and sunny beams,
And God was there, a living light.
All heaven seemed open to my sight;
The palaces, and sunny beams,
And God was there, a living light.
And O, dear mother, an angel took
And led me upward, by the hand,
And showed me there a glorious book,
All bound with gilt, and golden bands.
And led me upward, by the hand,
And showed me there a glorious book,
All bound with gilt, and golden bands.
And there were angels, mother dear,
So good, so fair, so true;
I should not wish to stay long here,
Were it not for leaving you.
So good, so fair, so true;
I should not wish to stay long here,
Were it not for leaving you.
But now, mamma, the dream is past,
And Heaven has vanished from my view;
And, dear mamma, I wake at last,
And find I am alone with you.
And Heaven has vanished from my view;
And, dear mamma, I wake at last,
And find I am alone with you.
