A GLIMPSE OF THE AFTERTIME.
Oh! moon, round moon, I woo thee,
As ever a lover his love;
And none ever knew and loved thee,
As I in thine azure above.
I have lain on my restless pillow,
Tossing in fever and pain,
Till thy dim light coaxed and kissed me,
And soothed me to rest again.
As ever a lover his love;
And none ever knew and loved thee,
As I in thine azure above.
I have lain on my restless pillow,
Tossing in fever and pain,
Till thy dim light coaxed and kissed me,
And soothed me to rest again.
Oh! moon, I know and love thee,
I would know thy children too,
And if they endure and suffer,
As God's earthly children do.
Oh! rare rich jewel of light,
What wealth in thy jeweled shrine,
Lieth hid in thy caverns of glory,
For the student of after-time.
I would know thy children too,
And if they endure and suffer,
As God's earthly children do.
Oh! rare rich jewel of light,
What wealth in thy jeweled shrine,
Lieth hid in thy caverns of glory,
For the student of after-time.
For e're the firmament rifted,
Together shall tremble and roll,
And the glory of Jesus descending,
Shall quiver from pole to pole,
Together shall tremble and roll,
And the glory of Jesus descending,
Shall quiver from pole to pole,
