The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1881-04-28
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4 DREAM OF HEAVEN.
By c. ToLER WOLFE.

dreamed that Had passed the Eden gate,
That stands bcyond'the dark, m ystcrioas flood,
shOreless and boundless. which ais said di,iles
our speck Of Time from vide Eternity.
And stood anfazed within the golden streets
Of God's eternal city. Sons Of earth,
Teach. If ye can, my feeble pen to write
The wondross sights saw, wha: there heard.
The orgeous dreams Of fzbled fsiry-land,
hich gifted pensmen write Of, and which iii
The mind with wonder and wild eestacies,
Would fail beneath their mightiest essays
To paint its countless gloriesl Far away
Beyond the aight Of imagery would be
The bOotIess task JmaginatiOn's self
Lost and bewildsred in the brilliant maze,
Would sink, despairing, in 4 mighty whirl
OF wild co nparisous. Nor eye nor car
OF man ejniprehsnd the great sublime
Twas grandeur lost aRd swallowed up in grandeur
Transhxed en- tranced in one ecstatic 1esd
OF life and light, and joy, wondering stood,
When suddenly before nay startiad sight
A wilderness Of palaces sprang mp,
lowered and turreted with glittering stars,
With lofty battlements Of precious pearl,
Begi1t high-soaring. Myri2ds Of Temples,
Rooted in, and ioored with parti-colored gems,
Blazing in grand iIlumina tion-bright
And Observation-Disclosures beautcous gardens,
Graced with rayilioLs Of alabastcr,
Embowered in flowers Of tints voluPtuouE,
Unknown to such as dwell upon our earth,
With pave Of brillaats dazzling to the eye,
Under whose shades reclined most joyous sTosI's
OF little elildren--changed to angels now,
Transparent and intangible to touch,
Salute the wanderers eye evsrF hand,
While terraces Of rysoIrasus-Amethyst,
Sapphire and ony-Sardius-
Topaz and Berryl-E nieTaid-C hrE solite-
Sardony x-,Jaeinth-J asPer-drown the eight
In one triumphant, one Overwhelming lhazei
Dense avenues Of trees, whose leaves gsns
Too bright for human vision, met the eys
OF length in erminable, whilst through the midst
A CLASSY river wound its silvery way
'Monssi fairy grottoes, to the tunes Of birds,
Melodious, sweet, and lost at each extreme
In flmy drape of mellow-tinted clouds
OF many hues, Enthusiastically shaped.
It's called the River of the Land Of Lille.
Flowing forever from the Throne Of God
Forever wasting. yet forever full
round-above- beloW-On every hand
lPor 30 the dream was fashioaed), there upruse
Chorub and Seraphim TO welcome
with soft, delicioue antheIns-Rot such strains
As those of earth that wont TO hear,
Harsh and diseOrdant, but in numbers sweet
AS those which lull TO sleep sumo Hebe fair,
OF Orient elimes, voluptuously rich,
Such as ehild-angels on their golden harPs
Forever play around the Etcrnal's Throne!
And then il seemed, as far as eye could reach,
4 sapphire sea, embathed in dazzling sheen,
Brighter than myrisds Of burning suns,
Stretched far away, in which were many isles,
Whose sands were FURNISHED cold and on thoseSAnd
There walked host Of winged and Shining Ones
Observation-Disclosures in garments brlgLt
Winter than snOw-whileeve and anon
Went up the blessed hymn Of the Redeemed,
Of" Holy! Holy Holy Lamb Of God -!
Now and forever honOrOd be His Sams
Who died THAT might Iivel on Calvary"
And then the voices Of ten thousand bells
Chimed in the holy song with silvery tongues,
Commingled with unnumbe cd golden harps,
Soaring beyond the vast EmpyreaL!
And then it seemed,
Even while the music fingered in mine ears,
of more than mortal grandeur, into mist
IissolvinS gently and by slow degrees,
The wond'reus vision faded, and the scene
Was changed unto the cold. dull earth again,
Nor for awhile could persuade myself
That What sar ntt airy dream,
BHf she GJO,te 81 the Rede. med Of God!