A Reverie by Llewellyn A. Morrison

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 15, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 32.

A Reverie

By Llewellyn A. Morrison

By Llewellyn A. Morrison

I love to sit in the gloaming When the twilight shadows fall, When the katydids are homing, And the rooks their curfew call, When the sun has passed; forgetting That the shadows fade away, When the worries cease their fretting At the dying of the day.

It is then I sit and ponder Of the friends I hold so dear, And as I think, grow fonder Of my loved ones, year by year. In my thought I love to paint them As what they desire to be; For I love to crown and saint them Unto all eternity.

I dream of the world grown better— Tho some may say 'tis a dream; I measure myself as a debtor To help it be what it seem. I know that the God who reigneth, Broods over and in the strife; And whatso the mortal gaineth Is proof of a broader life.

I know that while seasons perish, Their records of good and ill Are kept, and the Lord doth cherish The one with the kindly will. Somewhere it will bloom and brighten With a pure and perfect grace, Until every land shall lighten By the beauty of its face.

Somehow—for our God hath planned it— The wrong and the rude shall pass; Truth, as a right, shall demand it. Face answ'ring face, as a glass, Shall shine with love at the even Of time, by the grace of the Word; And earth shall be holy as heaven, Made so by the love of the Lord.

I dream, but my dreams bring me near Him; No song in the shadow I miss; Alone in the gloaming I hear Him: "Thou too shalt be partner in this." I wait; but my waiting removes me From peril where impotence hides; I sing of my Father who loves me, Whose infinite greatness abides.