There is another sky

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!