Heaven is above all yet: there
sits a judge that no king can corrupt.
Heaven's gets are not so highly
arched as princes palaces:
they that enter there must go
upon their knees
by heaven we understand a state
of happiness infinite in degree,
and endless in duration .
eye hath not seen it, my gentle
boy: ear hath not heard it's deep
song of joy; dreams cannot
picture a world so fear;
sorrow and death may not enter there
time doth not breathe on it's fadeless
bloom for beyond the tomb a persians
heaven is easier made this but black eye
and lamonade.
©gail
G