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Tom and Eva were seated on a little mossy seat, in an arbor, at the foot of the garden. It was Sunday evening, and Eva’s Bible lay open on her knee. She read,- “And I saw a sea of glass, mingled with fire.” “Tom,” said Eva, suddenly stopping, and pointing to the lake, “there ‘tis.” “What, Miss Eva?” “Don’t you see,- there?” said the child, pointing to the glassy water, which, as it rose and fell, reflected the golden glow of the sky. “There’s a ‘sea of glass, min- gled with fire.’” “True enough, Miss Eva,” said Tom; and Tom sang- “O, had I the wings of the morning, I’d fly away to Canaan’s shore; Bright angels should convey me home, To the new Jerusalem." “Where do you suppose new Jerusalem is, Uncle Tom?” said Eva. “O, up in the clouds, Miss Eva.” “Then I think I see it,” said Eva. “Look in those clouds!- they look like great gates of pearl; and you can see beyond them-far, far off-it’s all gold. Tom, sing about ‘spirits bright.’” |
