Otherwhere

GRACE DIETRICH GROESBECK.

Blossoms cluster round ourfeet,
But the fragrance seems more sweet
Over there.
Weare sure the violet's brighter
And the lily-blossomwhiter
Otherwhere.

In our hands life's best we hold,
Yet gaze with envy all untold
Over there.
Our foolish hearts are not content.
But ache for joys that have been sent
Otherwhere.

After all things have been tried,
Shall we then be satisfied
Over there?

Shall we murmur, yearn, and pine
For a heaven more divine
Otherwhere?

Man, through Love Divine unfolding
Is true harmony beholding
Far and near.
While the Mind of Christ shall win us.
To the heaven that is within us.
Now and here.