The Delaware Indians by Richard C Adams

Does picture out their Heaven
With visions of their own;
But all expect those pleasures
Their hearts do most desire,
And the less they are deserving
Their rewards will be the higher.
But I myself feel doubtful
As to what there may be,
Where space is without limit
And time eternity;
Where spheres without number,
Driven by a force unkown,
Explored by immortal spirits
Who knows, perhaps, our own.
Are we, then, here receiving.
While in this mortal life,
A kindergarten lesson
To prepare us for the strife;
Where chances will be boundless.
And pleasures all depend.
Upon how much we profit
By the lessons at this end ?
And when we cross the river
Where God's judgment may decree,
That we shall fill such places
As our values there shall be?
And in the scale of justice
That is held by Him above,
Will there be virtue equal
To true brotherhood and love ?
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