I'm haunted by a pair of eyes
That open doors to parts unknown,
To fields of gold, from stardust sown
Beyond which, Mirmon City lies.

Oh, golden fields and fair Mirmon!
My dreams shall always take me there--
The city free from crime and fear,
The source of triumph, home of dawn.

The road there is of polished stone
With veins of ore in colors bold.
It weaves among the fields of gold
With one guard-house that stands alone.

The guard there is a merry soul:
An old man learned in ev'ry art.
All those approaching, pure of heart,
Find laughter is their only toll.

Along the road a river runs
And rings around the fair Mirmon,
Enclosing there the greenest lawn
And flowers, bright as distant suns.

Across a bridge of rainbow light
That spans the river's cliff-lined falls,
A gate in alabaster walls
Gives pass into the city bright.

The men and women, full of grace,
Are kindly to the stranger there.
With gentle words, they, smiling, steer
The stranger to the marketplace.

And there are found the greatest treasures,
?Like Peace of Mind, and Hope and Health.
The price is not a hint of wealth,
But sharing of the thus-gained pleasures,

For, magically with joy's release,
That lively feeling multiplies,
And ev'ry smile fortifies
The city with a glad increase.

Welcome long to linger there,
The wanderer may choose to roam
Or settle down and find a home
That's built to last, and full of cheer.

From cottages to towers high,
The buildings are beyond compare,
So white they almost seem to glare
Under the blue, sun-brightened sky.

And when, at last,  the sun goes down,
Spilling forth its richest hues
Like molten gold, how it imbues
Pigments of fire across the town!

Then scarlet fades and lamps are lit,
Above which, stars shine beckoning,
In numbers beyond reckoning,
To'ard sky so dark and infinite.

Twin argent towers trace the way,
They arch far over house at street
And where the spires almost meet,
They hold the moon and make it stay.

Its silver light is bright and clear;
Much softer than the sun, its shine.
The night could