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VOLURA'S VISION.
"Come, nearer draw, and bow before the Throne."Then seraph voices, seraph lyres, were mute,And in that silence deep the Saviour said,"O mortal one! thou comest from that orbWhere inharmonious elements are rife;Where Truth, though ever striving, hath not yetThe scepter wrested from dark Error's hands.But Truth, triumphant still, shall reign at last,And Error, with its self-benighted train,Be banished to the realms of endless night.And then shall earth be all one paradise,Where love shall fold its wing of purity,And peace again o'er all its scenes shall smile.And soon to earth thou shalt return again;But let the glorious scenes which thou hast viewedA lasting impress leave upon thy soul.If thou thy earthly mission well fulfill,Thou shalt return again to these blest scenes,And still progress in knowledge, virtue, truth,Through all the ages of eternity."Then while the Saviour on Volura gazed,New thrills of joy her inmost being filled;She prayed—and, oh! how earnest was the prayer—That she through all life's coming days might beForever shadowed by an angel's wing,Forever gladdened by a Saviour's love.
