MAKE HASTE SLOWLY 



It hath refreshment for all thirst, 



For fainting spirit strength and rest; 



Earth holds not such a draught as this 

 From east to west. 



The Tree of Life stood budding there, 



Abundant with its twelvefold fruits; 



Eternal sap sustains its roots, 

 Its shadowing branches fill the air. 

 Its leavings are healing for the world, 



Its fruit the hungry world can feed, 

 Sweeter than honey to the taste 



And balm indeed. 



I saw the Gate called Beautiful; 



And looked, but scarce could look within; 



I saw the golden streets begin, 

 And outskirts of the glassy pool. 

 Oh harps, oh crowns of plenteous stars, 



Oh green palm branches, many-leaved 

 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, 



Nor heart conceived. 



I hope to see these things again, 

 But not as once in dreams by night; 



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