O heaven! the comfort zone of saints
You 're high above the earth
Your nature with here is ain't
To sight you is speedily nudging forth.

2. Your abode cease to be for more
As everyone meant to be there not
Why? You have your law for explore
And few decide your worth.

3. That bulging lonely narrow
Seems to be your fate,
Only through which men can hallow
As a bulwark of your state.

4. To seek you scars the joy
And the faithful gets more hate
But your rubies worth the toil
And your Glory shuns the loathe.