There’s pictured again in oft’ changing scene,
A tottering form appears in the dream,
Furrowed his face from indulgence in sins,
Eternity lost, to gold fondly clings. 
He’d bartered his soul a few years to live,
And sinking the grave has nothing to give,
Unloved and embittered e’en cross once refused,
Gleamed sadly through mists then slowly withdrew.

Our vision once more life’s curtain unrolled,
And walked beside one with jewels untold,
Unfurrowed his brow though whitened the hair,
Eternally blest when freed earthly care. 
The cross he’d accepted oft’ riven in tears,
And humble his walk through life’s fleeting years,
Had given sweet peace as only those know
Who’ve tasted of wealth Christs’ love doth bestow.

The Chosen City.

On starlit height, distant ’gainst horizon, bright
  The Way of the Cross is outlined,
By rocky steeps barren ’mid dangers unseen,
  A narrow straight pathway doth wind. 
The sighing winds whisper of sacrifice, toil,
  And foot-prints where pilgrims have trod
Are crimson and tear-washed, where fissures are rent
  Wierd spirits of pain flit abroad.

A woman in sadness e’er watching this Cross
  Revealed in the morn of her life,
To travel o’er mountains alone through the storm
  Means suffering and wearisome strife. 
’Mid pitfalls of doubtings and barriers high,
  A valley called Vale of Delight,
Appears to her vision, its beauties aglow
  With charms all alluring to sight.

Its meadows are tinted by golden-hued lights,
  Unruffled its waters, they chime
With harmonic singing, while world-wedded dance
  To musical rhythm and time. 
Red wine floweth freely, with jingle of gold
  Jests mingle with laughter so gay,
In Vale of Delight merry banquets and balls
  Turn quickly the night into day.

The woman enraptured by dazzling display—­
  Yet holiness loveth and right—­
Back to the mountains she turneth her gaze,
  There gleaming through mists beyond heights,
Is glittering sheen of sparkling gemmed spires,
  A city of pearls beyond steeps;
But Calvary’s Cross is path to its gate,
  In sorrow she bitterly weeps.

In Vale of Delight seems earthly repose,
  And freedom from sorrow and pain;
But pleadings of Jesus appeal to her heart,
  In City of Lovelight doth reign. 
His spirit so gentle o’er floweth with good,
  With kindliest tokens of love;
The promise He giveth beyond vale of tears—­
  Eternal abiding above.

To City of Holies she pleads with her Lord,
  Help me in Thy mercy come in;
Keep me from slipping o’er precipice deep,
  Laid for all in Valley of Sin. 
Then journey to Starworld she finds full of thorns,
  Sore-pressed on the way by life’s care,
Till crieth she, “Saviour, though saving Thy Cross,
  Its burdens most grievous to bear”.