For an unpromising believer
Heaven as seen from heaven
Wouldn't it have fields strewn?
With flowers golden, glittering
With damsels & dragonflies
Starry-eyed, hour upon hour
Wouldn't it host rivulets twisting?
Turning, stopping in wide-open-bays
With cherub angels in joyful mien
Happy unclad, combing their hair.
But this being of Earth, not heaven
With all the wages of sin
Multiplied by at least seven
Those who are the heirs of Eden
Eden's bounty, wealth on earth.
Heaven as seen from heaven
Would think little more than,
Little more than, this is an unclad-
Maiden spiralling out in a meadow lush
In some remote small part of Devon.
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