Heaven has various glory
Sometimes but a symbol of peace
At dawn where the world is round
As with the triumph of the birds
It’s morning in the sweetest degree
Where Rapture is the last embrace
Of all the future Paradise
And bliss as a Superior Grace
Than we can see, or meet
A house upon the heights is our Spirit pure
That no dead can approximate
Heaven has various glory inhaled
Sometimes but a symbol of harmony
No other neighbor did find solitude
But in the conjunction of various needs
Who surrendered all their power
To the lucid nature of fate
From sunsets past to dawns of latitude
It’s morning for the easiest delight
‘Hush now she said, follow your bliss’.
Photography Courtesy: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Colourful-Morning-380633944
Wuji Seshat 