[Written for the Sentinel]

Heaven

If we would find that gladsome placeWhere Love alone is King,We must from out our hearts effaceEach least unholy thing.

For heaven is not a gilded roomWhose door death's touch unswingsTo let in phantoms from the tomb,To don angelic wings.

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