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?
