Old men have thought, and I have read,
Of streets of golden light, Where crowns of gold wreath every head,
And all are clothed in white ; But I would rather make my home
Where little children play If there be such a land as that,
O, Savior, show the way.
My feet would turn from streets of gold,
To tread the grass of God, And stand where all his fields unfold,
In daisied splendor broad ; Where children's voices, sweet and low,
Float thro' the perfumed hay If there be such a land as that,
O, Savior, show the way.
There every thought is understood :
No envy gives offence ; There, to eternity, the soul
Bathes deep in innocence ; There no mistakes are ever made ;
No errors dark the day ; I know there 's such a land as that
My Savior, lead the way.
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The Children's Country
Robert Kirkland Kernighan 1854-1926
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Graphic - Workshop of the Master of the Antwerp Adoration (active Antwerp c.1501-1530)
