LOST EDEN | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 26, 1872

LOST EDEN.

There is something yet, Of Eden left, In this sin-cursed world of ours; There are odors rare,— There are flowers fair,— To remind us of Eden bowers.

The stars of night, With their pure, soft light, Shone o'er lost Paradise; The sun of noon,— And the gentle moon, Lit up fair Eden's skies.

There is something still, In an infant's smile, That is holy, pure, and sweet,— That beguiles our thought, To that sinless spot, Where man and angel's meet.

And we long to soar, To that sunny shore, Where the angel's songs arise,— Where the flowers unfold Their leaves of gold, On the hills of Paradise.

Oh! we long to see The wondrous tree, That in Eden bloomed of yore,— Whose leaves shall heal All earthly ill, And give life forevermore.

Oh! we long to be As the angel's free, From sorrow, sin, and pain,— And our voices raise, In a song of praise, To the Lamb for sinners slain.