I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
Emily Dickinson
MIDI playing "How Beautiful Heaven Must Be"
When Doug was a teenager, he used to drive an older man in the neighbourhood to the next village shopping.
On the way home as they approached the hills of our
village, the man always burst out singing this hymn.
