Classic Poem

Are there no prayers in heaven?
No holy questions ask'd?
No holy time in seven?
No holy wish advanc'd?
About their clay
That sleeps in dust,
How long it may,
How long it must.

Are there no sermons heard
On heaven's immortal plain,
No mighty preacher rear'd
Of everlasting fame?
To speak for God
With solemn awe,
Open his word,
Explain his law.

Is there no mighty man,
For wisdom sound and clear,
Whose mighty genius can
This noble title bear?
No Paul to plant,
Apollo's water,
Heaven's richer grant,
To Zion's daughter.