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I do not know, was it a dream? But in my mind it lingers-- I saw and read the nations’ fates, Decreed by God’s own fingers.

Thoughts, earnest as was God himself, Passed through His great head, thronging And beautiful as nights of spring For a sweet body longing.

Some thought--great as the universe, Some--music sounding gently, Some--future human history, By human eyes seen faintly.

There, too, I met with my own love And with Thy heart, ne’er failing, That love of ours appeared there As two small bright clouds sailing.

And God, observing our sweet love, Himself with grace relented, And throngs of young angels their hymns Before Him on it chanted.