| The lovely land
A lovely city in a lovely land,
Whose citizens are lovely, and whose King
Is Very Love; to Whom all angels sing;
To Whom all saints sing crowned, their sacred band
Saluting Love with palm-branch in their hand:
Thither all doves on gold or silver wing
Flock home thro' agate windows glistering
Set wide, and where pearl gates wide open stand.
A bower of roses is not half so sweet,
A cave of diamonds doth not glitter so,
Nor Lebanon is fruitful set thereby:
And thither thou, beloved, and thither I
May set our heart and set our face to go,
Faint yet pursuing, home on tireless feet.
- Christina Rossetti
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Daniel
Baptist
Oregon
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