Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

God keeps a niche In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit He brake them to our faces, and denied That our close kisses should impair their white,-- I know we shall behold them raised, complete, The dust swept from their beauty, glorified, New Memnons singing in the great God-light.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

O earth, so full of dreary noises! / O men, with wailing in your voices! / O delvèd gold, the wailers heap! / O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! / God strikes a silence through you all, / And giveth his beloved, sleep.

How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.

Life treads on life, and heart on heart: We press too close in church and mart, To keep a dream or grave apart