[Written for the Sentinel]

Dreams and Visions

How poor the dreams of mortal senseCompared to visions from on high,Which God's unfailing love presentsTo 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.

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