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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

VII. Death: Immortality: Heaven

Paradise

Frederick William Faber (1814–1863)

O PARADISE, O Paradise,

Who doth not crave for rest,

Who would not seek the happy land

Where they that loved are blest?

Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through,

In God’s most holy sight.

O Paradise, O Paradise,

The world is growing old;

Who would not be at rest and free

Where love is never cold?

Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through,

In God’s most holy sight.

O Paradise, O Paradise,

Wherefore doth death delay?—

Bright death, that is the welcome dawn

Of our eternal day;

Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through,

In God’s most holy sight.

O Paradise, O Paradise,

’T is weary waiting here;

I long to be where Jesus is,

To feel, to see him near;

Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through,

In God’s most holy sight.

O Paradise, O Paradise,

I want to sin no more,

I want to be as pure on earth

As on thy spotless shore;

Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through,

In God’s most holy sight.

O Paradise, O Paradise,

I greatly long to see

The special place my dearest Lord

Is destining for me;

Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through,

In God’s most holy sight.

O Paradise, O Paradise,

I feel ’t will not be long;

Patience! I almost think I hear

Faint fragments of thy song;

Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through,

In God’s most holy sight.