DREAMINGS by Mrs. Wm. Jones

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 12, 1877

DREAMINGS

By Mrs. Wm. Jones

We dream of a home in the valley of light, Where storms never come, or mildew or blight; Where flowers shall bloom, and fountains shall play, In realms of the blest and in endless day.

We dream of eternity, blessings, and rest; We dream of the angels, purest and best, Our companions at eve, at morning, at noon,— No sorrow, no trial, no shadows, no gloom.

But how little we work for that home over there! How meager our watchings! how languid our prayer! Awake! let us up and be doing; full soon The summons will come. Are we ready for home?

Dreaming we stand in the vineyard, I ween, But watching the shadows, not gathering the grain; Dropping the sickle when thorns prick our feet; Seeking for pleasures, forbidden, though sweet; Resting because we are tired, we say; We'll work more to-morrow for resting to-day.

Alas! and alas! The morrow may dawn,— But the pathway we trod in the past is gone; The angels bear record each step that we take,— No backward account on the tablets of fate. So awake! friends, awake! our courage renew; No dreaming or idling, for Jesus, will do. Go forward's the cry. Let us heed and obey; We have slept through the night, let us work through the day.

Mrs. Wm. Jones.