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        very lonely here, for I have seen a better land. Oh that I had wings like
      
      
        a dove, then would I fly away and be at rest.
      
      
        Brother Hyde, who was present during this vision, composed the
      
      
        following verses, which have gone the rounds of the religious papers,
      
      
        and have found a place in several hymn-books. Those who have
      
      
        published, read, and sung them have little thought that they originated
      
      
        from a vision of a girl persecuted for her humble testimony.
      
      
        We have heard from the bright, the holy land;
      
      
        We have heard, and our hearts are glad;
      
      
        For we were a lonely pilgrim band,
      
      
        And weary, and worn, and sad.
      
      
        They tell us the saints have a dwelling there—
      
      
        No longer are homeless ones;
      
      
        And we know that the goodly land is fair,
      
      
        Where life’s pure river runs.
      
      
        They say green fields are waving there,
      
      
        That never a blight shall know;
      
      
        And the deserts wild are blooming fair,
      
      
        And the roses of Sharon grow.
      
      
        There are lovely birds in the bowers green,
      
      
        Their songs are blithe and sweet;
      
      
        And their warblings, gushing ever new,
      
      
        The angels’ harpings greet.
      
      
        We have heard of the palms, the robes, the crowns,
      
      
        And the silvery band in white;
      
      
        Of the city fair, with pearly gates,
      
      
        All radiant with light.
      
      
        We have heard of the angels there, and saints,
      
      
        With their harps of gold, how they sing;
      
      
        Of the mount, with the fruitful tree of life,
      
      
        Of the leaves that healing bring.
      
      
        The King of that country, He is fair,
      
      
        He’s the joy and light of the place;
      
      
        In His beauty we shall behold Him there,
      
      
        And bask in His smiling face.