But there God gave each one.

There all roads led to fairyland

That here do lead to care,

And stars were lamps on Heaven's strand—

Would God, that I were there!

Here worship crawls upon her course

That there with larks would cope,

And here her voice with doubt is hoarse

That there was sweet with hope.

O land of Peace! my spirit dies

For thy once tasted air,

O earliest loss! O latest prize!

Would God that I were there!

THE WILDERNESS

From Life's enchantments,

Desire of place,

From lust of getting

Turn thou away, and set thy face

Toward the wilderness.

The tents of Jacob

As valleys spread,

As goodly cedars,

Or fair lign aloes, white. . . Read More