EVEN IN DREAMS

Mary Wheeler.

When, on my couch, last night, pain seemed to search me
out,
And cast its ghostly thrall my helpless sleep about,
Waking at length to consciousness more clear and free,
My heart I found, dear God, already turned to Thee,
Already turned, great Love, in trust to Thee!

When, in my waking dreams, to-day, sin sought to throw
Its luring spell upon the senses' lying show,
Looking ere long for light that maketh truly free,
My heart I found, dear God, waiting to lean on Thee,
Waiting secure, All-good, to lean on Thee!

Thus are the evening and the morning Thy good day,
A day that in Thy sight is as a thousand years,—
A day when Truth hath killed the lie of pain and tears,
Hath killed the lie of sin that seeks to hide Thy way,
Yet cannot hide in sooth Christ's blessed way.

So may it ever be, dear Lord, with this frail heart,
Till it from Thee no more earth's dreams shall seem to
part:
Till satisfied I wake, Thee face to face to see,
And, knowing Thee aright, myself I find in Thee,—
Yea, find my perfect life, O Life, in Thee!