The Celestial City

Crest the last rise
And gladden your eyes
For the city you seek
Is below.

Reach the high top
But then, do not stop!
For blessed are the meek
Where you go.

You’re on the last road,
Now hike up your load
For once at the door
You will see

That burdens and woe
Beyond there can’t go.
Arrive, pass the door,
And be free.