Dreams of Heaven by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 30, 1911

Dreams of Heaven

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

I AM sitting to-night in the twilight, In the hush of my silent room, And sigh as I think of my loved and lost, Asleep in the quiet tomb.

I long for the same sweet voices, But I stretch my arms in vain, And my bosom yearns, and my spirit burns, Till the tear-drops fall like rain.

For the night is cold and dreary, And the arms have lost their strength; But the night, though long, may be cheered with song, For the clouds will pass at length.

Yes, I think of the sweet hereafter, When tears will be wiped away, And hearts now sad will be blest and glad In the light of eternal day.

Sometime the opening heavens Will blaze with the glory bright, While the welkin rings as the King of kings Descends in a cloud of light.

I shall meet with my loved and dearest, We shall walk by the crystal sea; But I long to greet with a song most sweet, My Shiloh, who died for me.

Lansing, Mich.