Dreams and Visions

HARRY J. DUNHAM

How poor the dreams of mortal sense
Compared to visions from on high,
Which God's unfailing love presents
To gladden faith's uplifted eye!

The vesture of this mortal clay,
Where brood false hopes and blighting fears,
Beneath Truth's calm, benignant ray,
At last dissolves and disappears.

Then Soul, rejoicing, claims its own,
Apart from mortal joy or care;
And God is seen as good alone,
And good as All, and everywhere.

Thus, freed from bonds of sinful sense
We view creation's perfect plan,
The wonders of Omnipotence,
His greatest work—immortal man!

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