Poems (Hoffman)/The Heavenly Jerusalem

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THE HEAVENLY JERUSALEM
Not a vast realm of haloed spaceWhere mellow beams soft shadows chaseAnd seas of loveliness unrolledGush out in streams of liquid gold,Where forms invisible abide,Where throngs of spirit-saints reside,Where unseen choirs glad anthems swell,Weird, shapeless and intangible,Wrought from the twilight's filmy threads,Woven with Mystery's silken shreds,Not such a labyrinth as thisShall be the goal of happiness.
O not in such a dream-like spellShall the redeemed forever dwell!There is a City builded in the skiesWhere glory never fades or beauty dies,We know not where its matchless joys unfurl,We cannot see one massive gate of pearl;But real as any citadel of oursEternal sunshine bathes its burnished towers,Her twelve foundations all of precious stonesPurer than any gem in Glory's throneShall stand unshaken in their wondrous planWhen crumbled lie the mightiest works of man.
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