Has veiled my eyes and dimmed my sentient brain;
Imagination languishes; in vain
I seek comparison, not knowing sight.
Were lilies cadenced harp notes, could the
Roses be song, or vibrant poplars rain,
Or sunshine permeating lute's refrain,
I then could visualize your world of light.
Your heaven, too, is strange, with pearly thrones,
With golden streets, and gems of orient hues;
For gold and jewels are no more than stones,
I crush frail color in the sunlit dews;
But when you say that peace and kindness blend,
And heaven is love, oh, then I comprehend.