Is There a Place

Is there a home beyond this market place Is there a fort beneath these 'Westing' seas Is there a time when man shall bask in grace Is there a time for flow'r- o'erflow appease. I speak in tongues as wisdom ploughs no way But tread confused, the breath of yonder men I speak in tongues for cheerfulness to stay But tread confused and seek comforting den. Is there a place where screams are heard and felt I ask the lurking crowds of sunder waves Perhaps a citadel on Heaven's belt Beyond the reach of grief and lusts of graves. Conclusion stands a curse and silence, worse Is there a place of mirth and mild discourse?