"The Life to Come", by Edward Shillito

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The Life to Come

There is a City where God's happy children

Shall tread forever burnished floors, they say,

But I shall beg to walk in Oxford meadows

Where dance the golden flowers of May.

I cannot dream of walls upbuilt of jasper,

Nor can the gates of pearl the heart suffice:

Who once beholds the rainbows in a dewdrop

Has seen a pearl of greater price.

And when the harpers in that land are making

Strange melodies on earth unheard before,

If I might only hear once more Beethoven,

Then I should ask of God no more.

(Edward Shillito)