Classic Poem

Around that realm there flames a wall
No mortal foot hath scaled;
Nor through its gleaming turrets tall
Hath tempest ever wailed.

A place of holy rest it seems,
A palace built for souls, —
Great souls that realize their dreams
'Mid light that boundless rolls;

Great souls that here have nobly wrought
Their task, transferred at last,
There to partake, where truth is taught,
An infinite repast.