YES, heaven has come down to meet us; It hangs in our atmosphere; Its beautiful open secret Is whispered in every ear. And everywhere, here and always, If we would but open our eyes, We should find, through these beaten footpaths, Our way into Paradise. We should walk there with one another; Nor halting, disheartened, wait To enter a dreamed-of City By a far-off, shadowy Gate. Dull earth would be dull no longer; The clod would sparkle a gem; And our hands, at their commonest labor, Would be building Jerusalem. For the clear, cool river of Eden Flows fresh through our dusty streets; We may feel its spray on our foreheads Amid wearisome noontide heats. We may share the joy of God's angels, On the errands that He has given; We may live in a world transfigured, And sweet with the air of heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHILD MARGARET by CARL SANDBURG HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON KING DAVID by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET KEENAN'S CHARGE by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP |