| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 401. Paradisi Gloria |
| | | By Thomas William Parsons |
| | | | | | “O frate mio! ciascuna e cittadina |
| D’ una vera citta”… |
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| THERE is a city, builded by no hand, | |
| And unapproachable by sea or shore, | |
| And unassailable by any band | |
| Of storming soldiery for evermore. | |
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| There we no longer shall divide our time | 5 |
| By acts or pleasures,—doing petty things | |
| Of work or warfare, merchandise or rhyme; | |
| But we shall sit beside the silver springs | |
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| That flow from God’s own footstool, and behold | |
| Sages and martyrs, and those blessed few | 10 |
| Who loved us once and were beloved of old, | |
| To dwell with them and walk with them anew, | |
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| In alternations of sublime repose, | |
| Musical motion, the perpetual play | |
| Of every faculty that Heaven bestows | 15 |
| Through the bright, busy, and eternal day. | |
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