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I

In a leafy lane of Devon

There's a cottage that I know,

Then a garden—then, a grey old crumbling wall,

And the wall's the wall of heaven

(Where I hardly care to go)

And there isn't any fiery sword at all.

II

But I never went to heaven.

There was right good reason why,

For they sent a shining angel to me there,

An angel, down in Devon,

(Clad in muslin by the bye)

With the halo of the sunshine on her hair.

III

Ah, whate'er the darkness covers,

And whate'er we sing or say,

Would you climb the wall of heaven an hour too soon

If you knew a place for lovers

Where the apple-blossoms stray

Out of heaven to sway and whisper to the moon?

IV

When we die—we'll think of Devon

Where the garden's all aglow

With the flowers that stray across the grey old wall:

Then we'll climb it, out of heaven,

From the other side, you know,

Straggle over it from heaven

With the apple-blossom snow,

Tumble back again to Devon

Laugh and love as long ago,

Where there isn't any fiery sword at all.