In that kingdom no one cries.

No one doubts, for no one lies.

No son ever dreads his mother,

Nor no brother envies brother.

Families, there like nearby trees

Spring and shelter, and the bees

Groan among the cloudy flowers;

Angels, each a soul devours.

There continually the smile

Of the heart that knows no guile.

There, untroubled, people greet,

Death like an old friend in the street.