One Sunday morning in September, 1904, at six o'clock, I awoke, after dreaming the following:

I found myself attending a prayer meeting in a beautiful new temple. It looked as if it were not built by mortal man, but by divine hands, eternal in the heavens.

I know I shall never be able to describe it, but the structure was grand to behold. There were small galleries all around the place of worship, some higher than others. A small rostrum projected directly in front of another larger rostrum and it was made purposely for one person to stand in. In my dream I found myself in one of the small galleries right in front of the small rostrum. The temple was about half full of Saints, assembled for prayer meeting. There were three elders on the large rostrum. After singing, all bowed in prayer, with a feeling of awe, for already had the Spirit's presence met with us. At the close of the opening prayer, the second elder began praying by the Spirit. I know such a grand prayer has never been offered by mortal man. The only part of his prayer that I can remember was "O Lord, do appear unto they people this day!"

So earnestly and so fervently did he pray that one could almost feel the presence of the divine One in our midst, but no sooner did we arise and sit down than, uplifting my eyes, to my astonishment I saw a man walking down the aisle dressed in a long white robe and with a golden crown upon his head. He took his place in the small rostrum.

As he turned himself about to the congregation, we could see his face. I fell on my knees and wept aloud, "O Jesus, my dearly beloved Jesus," for I knew him just as soon as I gazed upon his dear face! It seemed that my joy was indeed full, now that I had beheld his loving countenance.

Such a glorious power filled the entire room that on all sides people were melted to tears. It seemed that I could not weep hard enough, so great was the power that accompanied the dear Savior, such a shining countenance, beaming full of gracious love; it seemed that I was almost overpowered, and I clasped my hands for joy. Then came the voice of Jesus instructing his servants in words like this, as nearly as I can remember: "Behold, I speak expressly to my servants; see that my law is kept, and those that will not repent and live according to my law, shall be cut off from among my people; for how can my church prosper when ye will not do the things which I have commanded you? Yea, how can it prosper when ye will not impart of your substance to the poor and the afflicted of my people? Behold, now is the time that my temple should be built, but my people are not prepared to build it."

Much more did he say, but it has passed from my memory. Waving his hand over the congregation and sadly shaking his head, he said: "How often, oh, how often would I have blessed you with many, many blessings, but ye would not let me."

I awoke in tears, for I had been weeping all the time that he had been talking, and it was so real it seemed as though I must surely see Jesus in reality. I felt the same Spirit's presence in my room, which stayed with me all that day, so that beautiful September morning will ever be one of the bright spots along the pathway leading me onward and upward to the glorious haven of rest which is the celestial glory of God where the heavenly host is singing glory and honor and power to him that sitteth upon the throne forever and forever. —Autumn Leaves, November, 1911. Lamoni, Iowa.