I saw new Earth, new Heaven, said Saint John. And lo, the sea (quoth he) is now no more. The holy city of the Lord, from high Descendeth garnished as a loved spouse. A voice then said, behold the bright abode Of God and men. For he shall wipe clean away. Her brightness greater was than can be found. Square was this city, and twelve gates it had. Each gate was of an orient perfect pearl, The houses gold, the pavement precious stone. A lively stream, more clear that crystal is, Ran through the mid, sprung from triumphant seat. There grows life's fruit unto the Churches good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST EVERYONE KNOWS WHOM THE SAVED ENVY by JAMES GALVIN SONNET TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI by DANTE ALIGHIERI SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE by WALT WHITMAN TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER by WALT WHITMAN OUR CLUB by SYLVIA DILLAVOU BARCLAY |