Those fair — fictitious People —
The Women — plucked away
From our familiar Lifetime —
The Men of Ivory —

Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas —
Who stay upon the Wall
In Everlasting Keepsake —
Can Anybody tell?

We trust — in places perfecter —
Inheriting Delight
Beyond our faint Conjecture —
Our dizzy Estimate —

Remembering ourselves, we trust —
Yet Blesseder — than We —
Through Knowing — where We only hope —
Receiving — where we — pray —

Of Expectation — also —
Anticipating us
With transport, that would be a pain
Except for Holiness —

Esteeming us — as Exile —
Themself — admitted Home —
Through easy Miracle of Death —
The Way ourself, must come —