The Way to Heaven

Heaven is open every day; In night also He that would wend his upward way May surely go. There is no wall to that demesne Where God resides; nor any screen To hide the glories of that scene,— If man will know. The ladder which the Hebrew saw Whenas he slept, From earth God never doth updraw, But still hath kept; And angels ever to and fro On errands swiftly glide and glow,— For love above, for love below, Its rounds have stept. Thereon the saint doth daily mount Above the stars, Caring nowhit to take account Of earthly bars; Since well ’t is known to such as he There are no guards but pass him free; He hath the watchword and the key, In peace, or wars.

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English
Charles Goodrich Whiting

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