How know I that it looms lovely that land I have never seen, With morning-glories and heartsease and unexampled green, With neither heat nor cold in the balm-redolent air? Some of this, not all, I know; but this is so; Christ is there. How know I that blessedness befalls who dwell in Paradise, The outwearied hearts refreshing, rekindling the worn-out eyes, All souls singing, seeing, rejoicing everywhere? Nay, much more than this I know; for this is so; Christ is there. O Lord Christ, Whom having not seen I love and desire to love, O Lord Christ, Who lookest on me uncomely yet still Thy dove, Take me to Thee in Paradise, Thine own made fair; For whatever else I know, this thing is so; Thou art there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISE WOMAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND A ROCKING HYMN by GEORGE WITHER TO THE DAISY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON THE VISION OF SPRING, 1916 by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD |