Poem May 20, 1911 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

HEAVEN

VENI MC DONALD PORGES.

'Tis not afar in distant skies
The shining hills of heaven rise.
In loving hearts lies Paradise,
And loving words are keys that ope
The portals to that land of hope.

O planning hearts, that droop and sigh
To watch the bitter days go by,
Heaven itself is very nigh!
Though all about us angels go,
We fail to see them—do not know.

For hearts that throb with loving thought,
And lips that whisper, heaven taught,—
These are the angels Love hath wrought
And these the shining feet that go,
Making sweet music here below.

'Tie not afar in distant skies,
But close at hand the blessing lies—
In loving hearts lies Paradise!
Look up, sad souls, the world is fair,
And Love and heaven are everywhere!

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