There is another sky,
ever serene and fair,
and there is another sunshine,
though it be darkness there;

never mind faded forests, Austin,
never mind silent fields -
here is a little forest,
whose leaf is ever green;

here is a brighter garden,
where not a frost has been;

in its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:

Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come !