to celestial melodies?

Secrets of sight! shall the eyes too dim now, see the faces of the
silent throngs that surround them, "the great cloud of witnesses"?

Secrets of the green pathways that lead up through the blue silent
fields of space - shall we float from star to star?

Secrets of holiness! shall earthly faces wear the pure light of
the immortals?

But oh! who shall be the happy soul that shall be listening when
the time has fully come and He shall reveal His great secret? The
happy soul listening so intently that it shall catch the low,
clear whisper.

Listening, maybe, through the sweet twilight shadows for the
wonderful secret, while the silver shallop of the moon is becalmed
over the high northern mountains, as if a fleet of heavenly guests
had floated down through the clear ocean waves of the sky to
listen too - to hear the wonderful heavenly secret revealed to man
- and a clear star looks out over the glowing rose of the western
heavens, looking down like God's eye, searching his soul,
searching if it be worthy of the great trust.

Maybe it will be in the fresh dawning of the day, that the great
secret will grow bright and clear and luminous, as the dawning of
the light.

Maybe it will be in the midst of the storm - a mighty voice borne