Heaven

Beyond these chilly winds and gloomy skies,
Beyond Death’s cloudy portal,
There is a land where beauty never dies –
Where love becomes immortal.

A land whose life is never dimmed by shade,
Whose fields are ever vernal,
Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,
But blooms for aye eternal.

We may not know how sweet its balmy air,
How bright and fair its flowers,
We may not hear the songs that echo there,
Through those enchanted bowers.

The city’s shining towers we may not see
With our dim earthly vision,
For Death the silent warder, keeps the key
That opes the gates elyslan.

But sometimes, when adown the western sky
A fiery sunset lingers,
Its golden gates swing inward noiselessly,
Unlocked by unseen fingers.

And while they stand a moment half ajar,
Gleams from the inner glory
Stream brightly through the azure vault afar,
And half reveal the story.

O land unknown! O land divine!
Father, all-wise, eternal,
Oh, guide these wandering, way-worn feet of mine
Into those pastures vernal!

~Nancy Priest Wakefield~

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