THE ORPHAN'S VISION.
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By her own mother while on earth she lived.Who sought upon her young mind to impressThe truth that God doth see and know all things,And that she might be blest by Him, to live,Avoiding wrong in thought, or word, or deed. One night, when all her soul had poured its tideOf grief in solitude through many hours,And when the holy angel, Sleep, had seen,With pitying gaze, her tears, and softly closedHer weary eyes, and soothed her to repose,Upon her soul a glorious vision burst. The clouds and mists which hovered o'er this worldBy angel hands were parted; and she throughA cloudless track of ether winged her way.Around her, planets in their orbits rolled,Though at a mighty distance. She beheld,Far off, the firmaments of many orbs,Resplendent with their constellations bright,Illumed by moons, some of the circular,And some of gibbous, and of crescent form;And, at the same time, in some heavens shoneA shape of each, and from the same bright sky;And comets, too, flamed through the vast expanse.And sometimes so o'erpowering was the lightThat on her shone from burning suns and stars,She could not see her spirit-guides; but whenFor her they waved their hands, the golden light
