IN VIA.
1
Our vale of Life at either end
Is spanned by gates of gold;
And when the breeze against them strains
Such harmony is rolled
From every echoing valve and bar
Right on through all the vale afar,
That cliffs, and woods, the air, the ground,
With rapture tremble in the sound.
2
This Earth is not so far from Heaven:
Bright angels from the skies,
Seen or unseen, it matters not,
Descend; and prayers uprise.
Deep Sabbath of the trusting breast,
The solstice of a realm of rest,
Rich antepasts we have in thee
Of glory and eternity!
