Classic Poem

Be mine a faith and hope whose tendrils twine
With buds and blossoms in a land divine,
Where spring but flowers that drink the genial dew,
And greet the sainted soul with welcome true;
Perennial flowers, whose pensive grace untold
Proclaims the power of love that's manifold;
The love that flows from out the central heart
Of Life unseen, yet flowing doth impart
To life that's seen its own diviner charm
Of moral beauty, with its healing balm;
Perennial flowers, that bloom in heavenly light,
And, ever fragrant, climb from height to height,
Where, free to all, a viewless hand unbars
The gate that leads to mansions built of stars.