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Later
Poems
by
Bliss Carman
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Here
and Now
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WHERE
is Heaven? Is it not
Just a friendly garden plot,
Walled with stone and roofed with sun,
Where the days pass one by one,
Not too fast and not too slow,
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Looking
backward as they go
At the beauties left behind
To transport the pensive mind!
Is it not a greening ground
With a river for its bound,
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And
a wood-thrush to prolong
Fragrant twilights with his song,
When the peonies in June
Wait the rising of the moon,
And the music of the stream
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| Voices
its immortal dream!
There each morning will renew
The miracle of light and dew,
And the soul may joy to praise
The Lord of roses and of days;
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There
the caravan of noon
Halts to hear the cricket’s tune,
Fifing there for all who pass
The anthem of the summer grass!
Does not Heaven begin that day
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When
the eager heart can say,
Surely God is in this place,
I have seen Him face to face
In the loveliness of flowers,
In the service of the showers,
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And
His voice has talked to me
In the sunlit apple tree.
I can feel Him in my heart,
When the tears of knowledge start
For another’s joy or woe,
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Where
the lonely soul must go.
Yea, I learned His very look,
When we walked beside the brook,
And you smiled and touched my hand.
God is love. . . I understand. |
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