The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1877-03-29
Written for the CITIZEN.
NEWS FROM HEAVEN
TO .. Z. N AND OTHERS


While your little Kate tries to relate
Her reception in the heavenly skies,
She knows full well words cannot tell
What Heaven is-its sweet surprise.
So you must forego the knowledge know,
Till Heaven is seen by your eyes,
When you shall share It's glories there,
What Heaven Is, you can realize
When the angel of death brea:hed on me hi
breath,
And stole my young, young life from me,
Then your little Kate, at tie pearly gate,
The first sweet glimpse of Heaven did see.
There was naught to debar, for the gates wer'
ajar,
On golden hinges they swung apart,
And heard all around heavenly sound,
That made sweet melody in my heart.
l heard sweet things-the music of wings,
Ofangel's wings it seemed to be,
And angel bands, n crown and harp in thei
hanos.
Seemed coming swiftly towards me.
Being pure from sin, ! entered in,
| did not feel at all afraid,
For had come to my fathers home,
The home my heavenly father made.
Then an angel bright, in robes oflight,
Came swiftly to me at the gate,
And was the first, with Joyous burst,
To kiss her darling little Kate.
Tell each, dear brother, that was my mother,
Who met me at the pearly shore,
Who spoke and smiled, ard kissed her child,
Kissed her little Kate once more.
And the angel, Lou, who vas present, too,
Present on that pearly strand,
Was the next to meet and the next to greet,
And take little Katie by the hand.
And an angel throng with sweetest song,
so lg that was most heavenly sweet,
With great grand pa and great-grand ma,
Came singing down the golden street.
That angel band did round me stand
And placed q crown of stars on me,
With harp in hand joined that band,
And sung the song of victory.
Then Jesus came, called me by name,
Saying, Welcome, welcome, little Kitty,
l love to see a child like thee
Within my pearly, golden city"
With look that charms he took me in his
arms,
o their embrace most sweetly pleases
And felt so blest lpon that dear breast,
l could only say: My sweet Jesus "
Then heavenly voice gave the word ere
joice,"
And the sound of praise thro' Heaven pro-
longs,
And angel choirs played on their Tyres.
And sung their sweetest of sweet songs.
Your Katie's loss was a heavy Cross
md grIefyour sad, sad hearts did pain,
But God knows best, for now am blest,
And your great loss is my great gain.
So please don't grieve, for would not leave
For all that to me could be given;
But be truly wise, and strive for the prize,
A crown like mine in sweet, sweet Heaven
The ANGELS did say, in their sweetest way,
The sweetest offs things 10 me,
That while I'd be blest God would calm your
breast,
Like he once calmed the stormy sea.
And they all did ask regarding your task,
If you strove for mansions in the skies;
And it made them glad to know that you had
Been running for the heavenly prize
Continue the race for this heavenly place,
Hold the prize still dearer and dearer;
With heart and with soul strive for the goal
Each step in the race draws it nearer.
&c ntinue to strive. you'll surely arrive;
We will be most happy to meet you;
" ith harps in our hands We will crowd on
the strands,
With beautiful music to greet you.
KATIE,