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 door keeper in one of the heavenly cities of my God.

And very often since that time I have cast my longing eyes skyward, hoping to catch another glimpse of that fair scene.

How I long for that restful picture,
 * A vision of Heaven, once more;

With its trillion orbs of beauty,
 * And its wealth of endless store.

There are saints from unnumbered planets,
 * Where they lived in a million ways.

Now they mingle in perfect glory,
 * Through the length of eternal days.

There the poor are wealthy forever,
 * For the beggar sits down with the King.

The man who never knew music
 * Will vie with angels to sing.

Here the hopeful student, progressing,
 * After failing does often grieve;

But in Heaven each lesson is perfect,
 * No theory to blind or deceive.

Here the runner, in breathless struggle,
 * Sees the other in touch of the goal;

But Heaven gives each one the laurel,
 * To be crowned while the ages roll.