Another World

There are brighter skies than these, I know;Lands where no shadows lie,—Fields where the flowers are always fresh,And founts which never dry.There are domes where the stars are never dim.Where the moon forever gleams,And the wind in music sweeps the hillsAnd ripples the crystal streams;For often I've caught, in time of sleep,A gorgeous glimpse of this hidden keep,Away in the Land of Dreams.

When Night lets down her pall of mistOn slender cords of air,And the purple shades of the dying DayAre teeming everywhere,While the drowsy beetles chant their layIn the wild field-lily's cells,And the solemn voice of the homeless windAlong the highland swells,I know, by the cry of my soul within,There's a place where they shut the gates on sin,And the God of glory dwells!