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.

Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
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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.

'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.

Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a nice plump missionary

Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a nice plump missionary

You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

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

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

To appreciate heaven well
'Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell.

To appreciate heaven well
'Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell.

Where billows never break, not tempests roar.

Where billows never break, not tempests roar.

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!