Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
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Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair--
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child!

And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large read more

And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large as yours
But large enough for me.

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.

It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of the needle than for a rich man to read more

It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of the needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God.

Nothing but heaven itself is better than a friend who is really a friend.

Nothing but heaven itself is better than a friend who is really a friend.

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and
rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through read more

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and
rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth
nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor
steal:
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.

God keeps a niche
In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit
He brake them to our read more

God keeps a niche
In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit
He brake them to our faces, and denied
That our close kisses should impair their white,--
I know we shall behold them raised, complete,
The dust swept from their beauty, glorified,
New Memnons singing in the great God-light.