I WONDER if ever a song was sung 

  But the singer's heart sang sweeter! 

I wonder if ever a rhyme was rung

But the thought surpassed the meter! 

I wonder if ever a sculptor wrought 

Till the cold stone echoed his ardent thought!

Or if ever a painter, with light and shade, 

The dream of his inmost heart portrayed!

I wonder if ever a rose was found, 

And there might not be a fairer!

Or if ever a glittering gem was ground, 

And we dreamed not of a rarer!

Ah! Never on earth shall we find the best,

But it waits for us in the Land of Rest; 

And a perfect thing we shall never behold 

Till we pass the portal of shining gold.