THERE is a heaven in yonder blue,
A light upon the earth:
O light! so living and so true!
True yet as in its birth,
When first from heaven it came;
I see it still the same,
Touching this snow so white,
As if it loved to dwell in crystals all so bright.
The sun! it ever shines, and brings
The olden ray of childhood—ever clings
Around our childhood’s home,
Though far we roam.
It knows no change, will ne’er grow old,
Though shining on for centuries untold.
‘Tis but the one great light
That lighteth all our ways,
Seen in the stars at night,
And in our days:
And it will light us, when we die,
Up the great pathway of the sky.