We look still beyond for a wondrous new heaven
Its glories the finite can ne'er comprehend;
Without sin or sorrow, without night or morrow,
And oh, what a wonder, without e'er an end!—J. Danson Smith
(2 Pet. 3. 13; Rev. 21. 1-5)
Where all is new and never shall be old,
For time is not, nor age, nor slow decay,
No dying eyes, no hearts grown strange and cold,
All pain, all death, all sighing fled away.
(2 Pet. 3. 13; Rev. 21. 1-5)