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Along the golden streets

A stranger walks tonight

With wonder in his heart --

Faith blossomed into sight.



He walks and stops and stares,

And walks and stares again.

Vistas of loveliness

Beyond the dreams of men.



He who once was weak,

And often shackled to a bed,

Now climbs eternal hills

With light and easy tread.



He has escaped at last

The cruel clutch of pain;

His lips shall never taste

Her bitter cup again.



O never call him dead,

This buoyant one and free,

Whose daily portion is

Delight and ecstasy!



Now bows in speechless joy

Before the feet of Him

Whom, seeing not, he loved

While yet his sight was dim.



Along the golden streets

No stranger walks today,

But one who, long homesick,

Is home at last, to stay!