Not when earth’s fair and sunny morn Hath bathed thee in its mellow glow, But when upon thy honored head Descends life’s winter’s driven snow, I come to thee. From fairy lands, whose silvery gleams Stream oft across thy earthly way, Where life more fair than pictured dreams Glows with the light of perfect day, I come to thee. To speak of that eternal shore Where gently beat the waves of time, Where zephyrs chant their sweet refrain, And life is evermore sublime, I come to thee. To strew before thy weary feet The roses of eternal love; To plant the lily bud of peace, Transplanted from the world above, I come to thee. From fairy lands beyond the tomb, Where flowers of truth forever bloom, To guide thy soul through realms of love To fairer, sunnier climes above, I come to thee. And when thy pilgrim feet have trod The starry road that leads to God, When thou hast reached the shining strand And angels clasp thee by the hand, I’ll come to thee. To greet thee once again with joy, Unmixed with sorrow’s dark alloy, To sing the songs of sweet accord, To teach thee of the Living Word, I’ll come to thee. Footnote 5: The poem was given in mid-winter. Footnote 6: Quotation from one of his early poems. A few weeks after the production of the above the spirit author presented his friend with the following poetic effusion:— HEART TREASURES. Earth may yield her sordid treasures,— Purest silver, gold, and gems,— Fit to crown a kingly forehead With their royal diadems. Man may point to forms of beauty, Rarest works of skillful art, But he cannot find the equal Of the treasures of the heart. Oh, the human heart is glowing With the gems of truth and love, Flashing in the radiant splendor Of their coronal above; Flashing in their wondrous glory Through the clouds of doubts and fears, Gems whose lights shall never tarnish In the mists of future years.