HEAVEN HERE by Matthew Arnold

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 24, 1895

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 21, No. 42.

HEAVEN HERE.

By Matthew Arnold

'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through his windows seen In Spitalfields, look'd thrice dispirited.

I met a preacher there I knew, and said, “Ill and o'erworked, how fare you in this scene?” “Bravely,” said he; “for I of late have been Much cheered with thoughts of Christ, the living Bread.”

O human soul, as long as thou canst so Set up a mark of everlasting light, Above the howling senses' ebb and flow, To cheer thee, and to right thee if thou roam— Not with lost toil thou laborest through the night! Thou mak'st the heaven thou hop'st indeed thy home. —Matthew Arnold.