Will a Robin Call?

Can Heaven be more beautiful than this,

My country garden that I soon must leave?

I wonder, will there be a dark abyss

To cross, or will I simply step--nor grieve--

From earth to Heaven? Will a robin call

And wild canaries flit through willow trees?

Will laughter echo in a waterfall

And lilacs ballet with a canyon breeze?

Will butterflies adorn the golden cups

Of daffodils? Will there be rambling lawns

To lure my footsteps where a bold bee sups

On clover honey? There, will coral dawns

Be pierced by crystal lark-flutes? Will there be

A garden such as this to welcome me?