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"WE know not, live not, past this
mundane sight"- Proclaims a groper in Agnostic night; Then must we limn in clay what men may know, What lines his loftier visions claim below- Must carnal bounded themes be deified, Heaven's craved revealings to his Hope denied- Life deemed a chain with fleshly links inwrought, The world a charnel house for soul-reft thought? Look to that law set primal in his heart Whose glow the pencilling rays Divine impart; 'Tis but in prostrate purpose, loth to rise, 'Tis with the prone of will the low view lies; High-lit analogies the answer tell; O'er torpid Nature fires resurgent dwell; Dead bulbs as 'lumined lilies in such ray Arise and breathe in Resurrection's day; Numb chrysalis forms take iridescent wing Pent germs from prisoning orbs soar free and sing. Is man more gross than bulb or grub or germ, His essence - through all matters cycling term - Less volatile than those of basest guise That mount to ether, baffling corporal eyes? His vaulting flame less alien to decay Than sparks that out corrosion light their way, While in tfteir flash ethereal space is riven And circumfusing arc spans earth and heaven? Creation's universal voice replies, Despite transition, psychic force ne'er dies - Repels the phasma of a spirit-death -- Immortal essence spent with mortal breath; Dispels Nirvana dreams of palsied rest, Spurning their lethal peace for life possessed - Telling that man shall see, his being shine Beyond all cosmic spheres in light Divine Living as everlasting ages roll In higher sight - in holier vision of his Soul! |
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