I dream of a land where no thunder-cloud gathers, Where across the calm waters no tempest may sweep And where, while we chill in our bleak wintry weather, The vales in perpetual Summer-time sleep. I dream of a city across whose bright portals The sunbeams are rolling in waves of delight, Where brightness and gladness and joy are immortal, Where there is no darkness, no winter, no night. I dream of a meadow where lilies are growing And fairer than Solomon’s glory arrayed, I dream of a garden where roses are glowing And never a rose or a lily shall fade. I dream of a clime where the palm tree is waving O’er rivers of crystal and pavements of gold, And seraphs amid the bright waters are laving– A realm more serene than the Eden of old. I dream of a song that is ever ascending O, oft of that anthem of joy have I dreamed! To Him who hath loved us be praises unending To Him who from sin unto God hath redeemed. O Summer, bright Summer! my thoughts still are roaming Through thy beautiful day that so lately was mine And now in the gathering shades of thy gloaming I dream of a Summer that knows no decline. ‘Till yonder rude tempest of desolate seeming Is melting before the more real unseen And only the mystery wrought with my dreaming Like a thin veil of gossamer lieth between. Minnie Come play with me i enjoy all kinds of sexual fantasy play