A DREAM AT SUNRISE.

Sapphire and rosy brightness in the East; Fresh, light-winged zephyrs o'er the hilltops stray And through the valleys roam, through glens and woods Waking the leaves and flowers to morning life, Seeming to tell to all—"The sun is near!" Slow—brightening now, the rose-light deeper grown The sapphire flames in wondrous golden maze, And, all unrivalled, the great King of Day, In dazzling glory, mounts his regal throne!

To me a vision down the sunbeams came, When wrapt in wonder by the beauty-spell, My soul, entranced, afar from earth did soar, Unshackled, free, and drank the grandeur of the hour Brightest and fairest hour of all the day, When new life thrills the veins as when of old The morning stars their high thanksgivings raised, And all the sons of God did shout for joy! Wondering, I cried, "Oh, Earth is very fair! I cannot see the shadow of man's fall On aught around me—sin has left no trace: Oh! for a bower in such a scene as this, Where Love and Beauty, blessed by Peace, might dwell!"

Then round me, on the light wind softly borne, I heard the numbers of an unseen harp, And turning, saw an angel near me stand. He sang of earthly love, and the soft tones Of his sweet harp were like Aeolian strains Far breathing o'er some blissful Eden world! And as I listened, all my holiest dreams Of harmony, ideal, grand, and high, Seem'd discord. Then methought I saw, Upon the morning hills, a bower arise. Bright flowers of wondrous hues around it bloomed, All, all of beauty that the heart could dream Was there; and, lov'lier far than all, A sweet-eyed maiden, twining rose-wreaths fair!

Dark clouds arose and dimmed the glowing sky; The lightnings flashed, and fearful thunder pealed; And, as they shook the bower, I hid mine eyes, Fearing to see the beauteous visions fade.

The fierce storm ceased. I raised mine eyes again, And saw the wreck of what was once so fair; The flowers had perished, and the maiden wept— Then all the picture melted into air!

"This shows," the angel said, "what sin has done; Death and decay must fall on earthly things. See that you read God's mighty Teacher right— The Book of Nature wide before you spread. 'Twas given for man to look on, love, and learn; But men have eyes, and will not read its lore— Ears, and the God-sent teachings will not hear! Earth's glories and her brightness all must fade; Yet, while they linger, still they say, 'Prepare.'"