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DREAMT last night of Eden— The Eden early made: Where saints await their guerdon Till all on earth shall fade. The lambkin and the lion Lay couched in happy sleep, And all the songs of Zion Were echoing true and deep.

The centre of the Garden Was filled by the Tree: The Tree of Human Pardon That grew on Calvary. It bore no Burden of Divine, No type of Heaven's Loss, But branches of the Only Vine Were wreathed about the Cross.

The leaves for healing nations Were clustered on the boughs: With laurel of salvations, That grows for martyr brows.