The northern cheek of the heavens,
By a sudden glory kissed,
Blushed to the tint of roses,
And hid in an amber mist,
And through the northern pathway,
Trailing her robe of flame,
The queenly Borealis
In her dazzling beauty came!
I stood and watched the tilting
Of each dainty, rosy lance,
As it seemed to pierce the bosom
Of an emerald expanse;
And I thought if heaven's gateway
Is so very fair to see,
What must the inner glory
Of the "many mansions" be?
I thought of the "Golden City,"
Where the wondrous lights unfurl;
Of its sea of clearest crystal,
Of its gates--each one a pearl;
Thought, till the glowing splendor
Had quietly passed us by,
And the track of Aurora's chariot
Bleached out from the northern sky!