HEAVEN.
A heart bestowed on heaven alone.
The Corsair. LORD BYRON.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful, beyond compare,
Will Paradise be found!
The Earth Full of God's Goodness. J. MONTGOMERY.
This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,—
There's nothing true but Heaven!
Sacred Songs: The world is all a fleeting show. T. MOORE.
Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.
The Issues of Life and Death. J. MONTGOMERY.
No, no, I'm sure,
My restless spirit never could endure
To brood so long upon one luxury,
Unless it did, though fearfully, espy
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream
Endymion, Bk. I. J. KEATS.
HEAVEN—HELL.
'Tis sweet, as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.
Burial of the Dead. J. KEBLE.
Nor can his blessèd soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
The Spanish Friar, Act v. Sc. 2. J. DRYDEN.
Just are the ways of Heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man; Heaven doomed the Greeks to bleed.
Odyssey, Bk. VIII. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.
In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.
The Lord of the Isles, Canto I. SIR W. SCOTT.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
To an Afflicted Protestant Lady. W. COWPER.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish—
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Sacred Songs: Come, ye Disconsolate. T. MOORE.