Heaven is so far of the Mind
That were the Mind dissolved —
The Site — of it — by Architect
Could not again be proved —
‘Tis vast — as our Capacity —
As fair — as our idea —
To Him of adequate desire
No further ’tis, than Here —
Heaven is so far of the Mind
That were the Mind dissolved —
The Site — of it — by Architect
Could not again be proved —
‘Tis vast — as our Capacity —
As fair — as our idea —
To Him of adequate desire
No further ’tis, than Here —
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Heaven (or, spiritual things) is close and familiar to the person truly wanting to know about it but far away and incomprehensible to others.
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