Classic Poem

On the other side of Jordan,
In the green fields of Eden,
Where the Tree of Life is blooming,
There is rest for me.

Draw aside thy magic curtain,
Memory!
Once again my native country
I would see —
Once again behold the village
Down beside the sweeping river
That was once the River Jordan
Unto me.

Draw thy veil till days of childhood
Are in sight!
Hold it ... till mine eyes are 'customed
To the light —
To the light that once did show them
The meadow fields of clover
That were Green Fields of Eden,
Wonder-bright.

Let me walk again the forest,
Goddess kind!
And the mighty silver-maple
I shall find,
That, with branches spreading splendor,
As I gazed in awe and rapture,
Seemed the Tree of Life in blossom,
To my mind.

I would go again to meeting,
Memory!
Would my heart not burn within me,
Could it be!
From the high pew in the corner,
Hear the congregation singing,
" There is rest for the weary —
Rest for me! "

There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for me!