 | Poems by the late John Bethune |  |
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Pierce to those mansions of the sky,
The king would leave his glittering throne—
From tricks the statesman would begone—
The miser would no longer pore
Upon, or count, his precious store—
The lover would forsake his love,
To earth each heart would faithless prove;
And all would turn their eyes to where
These blessed homes they yet might share—
To catch the rapturous rays which fall
Profusely from the crystal wall
Of the Jerusalem above,
Where all is harmony and love!
| Poems by the late John Bethune | |