Some picture Heaven a city,
With many streets of gold,
With pearly gates, with mansions
Whose beauties ne’er were told;
Some picture it a forest,
Where many flowers blow,
Where bright-winged birds are singing,
With music soft and low.

Some picture heaven a resting place,
Where with some well loved friend
They hold a sweet communion
While heart with heart doth blend.
Some picture it a joyful place,
Where music e’er is heard,
Where white-robed angels sweetly sing
Till every pulse is stirred.

I know not, dare not, picture
What heaven is to be;
But this I know, it perfect is,
Prepared for you and me;
And Christ is there, a radiant light,
Our friend, companion, lover,
And we fore’er content will be
Around that light to hover.

Wildie Thayer
First Poems, 1895