There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.