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 thoughts on “From Mike Thurstan Bassett”
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.
Good poem, Mike. Points out the glory of the skies and all…well said!