p. 5 | A Reverie by Llewellyn A. Morrison

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jan 30, 1912

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.

Alone, it is then I ponder Of the friends I hold so dear, And deep in my soul grow fonder Of my loved ones year by year; In my heart I joy to paint them What they each desire to be, For I fain would crown and saint them Unto all eternity.

I know that while mortals perish, Their records of good and ill Are kept, and our God doth cherish The one with the Christlike will. Somewhere it shall bloom and brighten With a pure and perfect grace, And the bruised, lone hearts shall lighten At the glory of its face.

Somehow, as the Christ hath planned it, The wrong and the rude shall fade. Truth, as a right, shall demand it, For Love hath their passage paid. God reigns; so I know at the even His Word shall have for us sufficed, And earth shall be holy as heaven, Made so by the merit of Christ.

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