MY VISION

GRACE NIXON STECHER.

The blinding mists have lifted from the face
Of all mankind, of earth, and troubled sea;
Time's sickle reaps no more, and in its place
Revolve the cycles of eternity.

Earth's shades have fled before eternal light,
And men no longer live in dread and fear;
They cast away the shackles of the night,
And man his Father's image doth appear.

With rosy glow of truth the sky is flushed,
And all the world in harmony doth blend;
The claims of mine and thine forever hushed—
All pain and want and woe are at an end.

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