My Father's house,—where doth it stand? Its many mansions,—where are they? Sometimes I deem them close at hand, And sometimes far away. As I behold from night to night The lamps that He hath lit on high, Whose myriads overwhelm my sight, "My Father's house!" I cry. The particles of cosmic dust That day conceals and night lays bare, These are the mansions of the just The Saviour doth prepare. Then earth were part of heaven, you say; And why not earth, is my reply, My Father's house, without decay,— A mansion of the sky? By day we seem to swing afar Beyond the outer bounds of space; By night among the stars we are In our appointed place. This mansion He will highly prize When in all lands He is adored, No richer gem adorns the skies Than earth to heaven restored. The many mansions all belong To Thee, my Lord, supreme, divine; My Father's house, yon countless throng, The universe is Thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 32 by JAMES JOYCE FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |