Poems (Curwen)/Heaven
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Heaven
No shadow falls upon its golden plains;
No blight upon its flowers;
No discord mars the sweet harmonious strains
Which echo through its bowers.
No blight upon its flowers;
No discord mars the sweet harmonious strains
Which echo through its bowers.
Clouds never darken its radiant skies;
No storm winds sweep its coast;
Night never draws a veil o'er Paradise
And its angelic host.
No storm winds sweep its coast;
Night never draws a veil o'er Paradise
And its angelic host.
No cry of sorrow e'er is heard within
Those lovely jasper walls.
No voice of anguish, anger, or of sin,
The listener's ear appals.
Those lovely jasper walls.
No voice of anguish, anger, or of sin,
The listener's ear appals.
No sickness wastes; no trials fret and wear;
No pestilential breath
Spreads dire contagion on its balmy air—
There is no pain or death.
No pestilential breath
Spreads dire contagion on its balmy air—
There is no pain or death.
The happy children roam amid the bow'rs
Where Sharon's roses grow;
Picking the fadeless everlasting flow'rs,
Singing the while they go.
Where Sharon's roses grow;
Picking the fadeless everlasting flow'rs,
Singing the while they go.
And at the golden gates the blest ones stand,
Shading their eyes to see
Who cometh up from the dark borderland
To cross the crystal sea—
Shading their eyes to see
Who cometh up from the dark borderland
To cross the crystal sea—
That shining moat which glitters all around sound,
The New Jerusalem,
From whence there comes a sweet and glorious
The new song of the Lamb.
The New Jerusalem,
From whence there comes a sweet and glorious
The new song of the Lamb.
And in the courts of heaven, where glories blaze,
The cherubims adore
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, whose praise
They sing for evermore.
The cherubims adore
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, whose praise
They sing for evermore.
