Heaven Will Not Be Strange

I do not think that Heaven will be strange

To those who walk the beauty-lanes of earth,

Drink from love's chalice, keep the spacious range

Of memory lilied with the joys of worth:

A bride beside the altar, coral strands,

A baby's smile and clinging little hands;

The tenderness in eyes time cannot mar;

A son returning safely from afar ...

For souls who hear each white bell as it chimes

And listen to the singing of a star,

Step in and out of Heaven many times.

Chromatones