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.
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There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at
rest.
There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at
rest.
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.
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters.
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters.
Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
They had finished her own crown in glory, and she couldn't stay
away from the coronation.
They had finished her own crown in glory, and she couldn't stay
away from the coronation.
'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell.
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'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell.
On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed.
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked read more
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
If I ever reach heaven I expect to find three wonders there: first, to meet some I had not thought read more
If I ever reach heaven I expect to find three wonders there: first, to meet some I had not thought to see there; second, to miss some I had expected to see there; and third, the greatest wonder of all, to find myself there
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!
