This is the poem Hank Johnson was reading in the IR this week.

This is the poem Hank Johnson was reading in the IR this week. Entitled "Visions", written by Robert E. Howard in 1972:

I cannot believe in a paradise
Glorious, undefiled,
For gates all scrolled and streets of gold
Are tales for a dreaming child.

I am too lost for shame
That it moves me unto mirth,
But I can vision a Hell of flame
For I have lived on earth.

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