My soul can find no staircase to heaven unless it be through earth's loveliness

Heaven-born, the soul a heavenward course must hold; beyond the world she soars; the wise man, I affirm, can find no rest in that which perishes, nor will he lend his heart to ought that doth time depend

My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness.

Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.

THE soul should always stand ajar,
That if the heaven inquire,
He will not be obliged to wait,
Or shy of troubling her.

Depart, before the host has slid
The bolt upon the door,
To seek for the accomplished guest, --
Her visitor no more.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.