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.

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.

In my Father's house are many mansion: if it were not so, I
would have told you. I go read more

In my Father's house are many mansion: if it were not so, I
would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and read more

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

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.

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

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.

The road to heaven lies as near by water as by land.

The road to heaven lies as near by water as by land.

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!