There Is a Land Mine Eye Hath Seen (Towner)

There is a land mine eye hath seen

In vi­sions of en­rap­tured thought

So bright that all which spread be­tween

Is with its ra­di­ant glo­ries fraught.

Oh

land of love

of joy and light

Thy glo­ries gild earth’s dark­est night;

Thy tran­quil shore

we

too

shall see

When day shall break and sha­dows flee.

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 blues of shade and light;

It hath no need of suns to rise

To dis­si­pate the gloom of night.

There sweeps no de­so­lat­ing wind

Across the calm

se­rene abode.

The wan­der­er there a home may find

Within the para­dise of God.