Poems (Hoffman)/The Heavenly Mansions
THE HEAVENLY MANSIONS
Eye hath not seen those glittering towers,Ear hath not heard those songs,But endless praise and fadeless flowersTo that bright realm belong.
There never a weary tear shall startOf pain or grief or care;There is my treasure and my heartAnd all my hope is there.
O mansion, grand, imposing pileOf masonry and art,Tower in thy pride a little whileBut prison not a heart!
Let not earth's richest, happiest lotLife's higher aims assuage,And make the spirit treasure notIts nobler heritage.