There Is a Land Mine Eye Hath Seen (Robins)

There is a land mine eye hath seen

In vi­sions of en­rap­tured thought

So bright that all which spreads be­tween

Is with its ra­di­ant glo­ry fraught:

A land upon whose bliss­ful shore

There rests no sha­dow

falls no stain;

There those who meet shall part no more

And those long part­ed meet again.

Its skies are not like earth­ly skies

With va­ry­ing hues of shade and light;

It hath no need of sun to rise

To dis­si­pate the gloom of night.

There sweeps no de­so­la­ting wind

Across that calm

se­rene ab­ode;

The wan­der­er there a home may find

Within the para­dise of God.