Ah, who shall say What vast expansions shall be ours that day? To fit the heavenly mansions and the light of day? But this we know, We drop a seed into the ground, A tiny, shapeless thing, shrivelled and dry, A form of peerless beauty, robed and crowned This from a shrivelled seed?— For man is but the seed of what he shall be, He drops the husk and cleaves his upward way, No fetters then! No bonds of time or space! But powers as ample as the boundless grace That suffered man, and death, and yet, in tenderness, Yea, we may hope! For we are seeds, Dropped into earth for heavenly blossoming. May find some use for even a humble tare. We know not what we shall be-only this- THE CONCLUSION SIR WALTER Raleigh (Found in his Bible in the Gatehouse at Westminster) Even such is time, that takes in trust But from this earth, this grave, this dust, AWAY! JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY I cannot say, and I will not say With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, And left us dreaming how very fair And you, O you, who the wildest yearn Think of him faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here; Mild and gentle as he was brave,- To simple things: where the violets grew The touches of his hands have strayed Think of him still as the same, I say; IMMORTALITY GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL (A. E.) We must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire; For we can do no more than smoke unto the flame return; If our thought has changed to dream, our will untu desire, As smoke we vanish though the fire may burn. Lights of infinite pity star the grey dusk of our days: In the fire of love we live, or pass by many ways, MY BIRTH MINOT J. SAVAGE I had my birth when the stars were born, My cradle cosmic forces rocked, Through boundless space the shuttle flew, In my begetting were conjoined The infinitely small and great. The outmost star on being's rim, Was not indifferent to my birth. And when at last the earth swung free, A little planet by the moon, For me the continent arose, For me the ocean roared its tune; For me the forests grew; for me For me religions waxed and waned; For me the wise ones learned their lore; For me, through fire and blood and tears, The child of all the ages, I, Nursed on the exhaustless breast of time; By heroes thrilled, by sages taught, Sung to by bards of every clime. Quintessence of the universe, Distilled at last from God's own heart, In me concentered now abides Of all that is the subtlest part. The product of the ages past, Heir of the future, then, am I; So much am I divine that God Cannot afford to let me die. If I should ever cease to be, The farthest star its mate would miss, And, looking after me, would fall Down headlong darkening to the abyss. For, if aught real that is should cease, That day across the heavens would fall From ADONAIS PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY He is made one with Nature: there is heard In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely: he doth bear Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there And bursting in its beauty and its might, From trees and beast and men into the Heaven's light. The splendors of the firmament of time And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air. |