Poems (Brown)/The Child's Glimpse of Heaven
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.
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 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.
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.