From Mike Thurstan Bassett

From Mike Thurstan Bassett

HEAVEN ON EARTH

 

What beauty lies before us spread

When once we lift our eyes:

Just view the vastness of the skies:

And stately massing clouds,

The veils of drifting rain;

 

The rainbow o’er the heaving main

That shines thro’ rain-wet shrouds;

The splendour of the rising sun

In a flood of golden light,

Or the fiery pomp of evening

‘Fore the open gates of night.

 

O I have seen such wonders

From my little room on high

That all the jewels of India

Were not enough to buy:

And were they writ

Howe’er so fair

No living man

Would credence bear;

Nor thinker rapt

In deepest spell

Their mystery learn

Or secrets tell.

 

We need no gold or treasures rare

Such marvels to behold:

Just eyes to see and hearts to hold

The glories everywhere.

 

© Mike Thurstan Bassett July 2013

2 Comments
  • spiggsy

    September 16, 2013 at 12:36 am

    Good poem, Mike. Points out the glory of the skies and all…well said!

    Cheers,

    – spiggsy,

  • Jessica Graham

    September 30, 2013 at 6:30 pm

    I volunteer some of my time to help nonprofits with their websites. I worked in IT for 23 years and was a professional webmaster too. I’ve helped eight organizations so far. Do you have any interest in getting a new website for free? I just helped an animal shelter and their site is really nice now. I helped a women’s center before that.

    Sincerely,
    Jessica Graham

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