Perhaps as we, in the dawning of an age That shall transform the substance of the self, Open to a light above the head Or hear a voice we know speak lovingly, All fear is for a moment lost and then No darkness haunts us or the night's profane, For having seen beyond the doubting mind The mysterious is no more a poet's dream And time and space are parables of One Who with his light has lit a thousand suns. We then shall find beyond the bourne of years The provinces of calm supernal peace And shall in joyous meeting recognize, In bodies new, continuing our quest, Those we have known and loved through centuries.
Poems Undated (1727)
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