<h2 id="id00366" style="margin-top: 4em">HEAVEN</h2>
<p id="id00367">Not with the haloed saints would Heaven be<br/>
For such as I;<br/>
Who have not reached to their serenity<br/>
So sweet and high.<br/></p>
<p id="id00368">Not with the martyrs washed by holy flame<br/>
Could I find place,<br/>
For they are victors who through glory came<br/>
To see God's face.<br/></p>
<p id="id00369">Not with the perfect souls that enter there<br/>
Could mine abide,<br/>
For clouded eyes from eyes all cloudless fair<br/>
'Twere best to hide.<br/></p>
<p id="id00370">And not for me the wondrous streets of gold<br/>
Or crystal sea—<br/>
I only know the brown earth, worn and old,<br/>
Where sinners be.<br/></p>
<p id="id00371">Unless I found those who to me belong,<br/>
My dear and own,<br/>
I, in the vastness of that shining throng,<br/>
Would be alone.<br/></p>
<p id="id00372">God guide us to some sun-blessed little star,<br/>
We ask not where,<br/>
Nor whether it be near or it be far,<br/>
So Love is there.<br/></p>
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