I think it awakes to a knowledge of this,
That heaven earth’s closest neighbor is,
And only waits for our knowing;
That ’tis but a step from dark to day,
From the worn-out tent and the burial clay,
To the rapture of youth renewed for aye,
And the smile of the saints uprisen;
And that just where the soul, perplexed and awed,
Begins its journey, it meets the Lord,
And finds that heaven and the great reward