MY SONG.

For the "Watch Tower."

So long have I dreamed of the beautiful
goal,
That a touch of its sunshine has lit up
my soul;
Its chords are all thrilling with music
divine,
And its song is forever, "Dear Jesus is
mine!"
The Bird, when the tempest is raging
with power,
Flies in haste to her dear little nest in
the bower;
Thus safe 'neath his wing I can sweetly
recline,
And sing on forever "Dear Jesus is mine!"
When beautiful Eden awakes from the
fires,
And the conflict of ages of sorrow
expires;
In the great restitution, of glory divine,
I'll still sing in Paradise, "Jesus is mine!"
VESTA N. JOHNSON.

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