What Heaven Is This
What heaven is this, before my eyes,
Where far beyond, veiled mountains rise,
And lush green pastures ‘neath my feet
Yet urge my heart to faster beat.
What place is this, what beauteous land,
That each before my sight is spanned
All nature’s treasures, bright and true,
In full display, in every hue.
What shangri-la, what joyful bliss,
Should so excite my soul like this -
Am I to think that death is near
To bring such visions, bright and clear?
But what of death, no earthly curse,
For then the spirit shall disperse
To spread its tendrils o’er the world,
Such that the mind be so unfurled.
What is this time, what is this place
Within my heart, I feel its grace –
A sweeter realm where ends the night,
And where forever shines the light.
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