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THE CITY OF GOLD

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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 8, 1868

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 32, No. 24.

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THE CITY OF GOLD.

By H. A. Marionville

I have dreamed in my dreams of the city so blest, Where the heart drinks its fill from the fountain of rest, Where the wells are of jasper, and the gates do reflect The unclouded faces of God's own elect. I have journeyed afar through its portals, and lo, I reveled in joys of that dear long ago, For there did my arms in their longing enfold The friends of my youth, in the city of gold.
I have dreamed in my untroubled dreams of the night, That the glory of Heaven had dawned in my sight, And my eyes they were gladdened with visions of cheer, For a fair slumbering sister and brother were near. Through the gateway of sapphire I walked through the street, And no echo I heard from the fall of the feet Of the ones who had strayed from the dear household fold, To the beautiful city, the city of gold.
I have dreamed, and their presence to me was so real, That their kisses so warm on my lips I could feel, I have said, Fare thee well, O moments of dearth, Ye only belong to the dwellers of earth. I have dreamed of the joys of the ransomed and free, Of the chrystalline gates and the fair jasper sea, But the half of the glory will e'er be untold Of the beautiful city, the city of gold.
On that day will the joy of our hearts be complete, On the day when we walk through its beautiful street, When the fetters are broken that bind us to earth, And we taste of the joys of our heavenly birth. Then, then we no longer shall hunger and thirst, For the first shall be last, and the last shall be first, Where friendship is true, and love never grows cold, In the beautiful city, the city of gold.—H. A. Marionville.