CXLVI.

I STOOP

Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud.

It is but for a time: I press God's lamp
Close to my breast: its splendours soon or late
Will pierce the gloom: I shall emerge some day.

CXLVII.

ART thou not from everlasting to everlasting? O God! mine Holy One!

WE SHALL NOT DIE.

CXLVIII.

DEATH is the shadow of life; and as the tree
Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath,
So, in the light of great eternity,

Life eminent creates the shade of death;
The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall,
But Love shall reign for ever over all.

CXLIX.

THE cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like an insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.

As dreams are made of;

Is rounded with a sleep.

We are such stuff
and our little life

CL.

To our high-raised phantasy, present
That undisturbed song of pure concent,
Aye sung before the sapphire-coloured throne
To Him that sits thereon,

With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee;
Where the bright seraphim, in burning row,
Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow;
And the cherubic host, in thousand quires,
Touch their immortal harps of golden wires;
With those just spirits that wear victorious palms,
Hymns devout and holy psalms

Singing everlastingly:

That we on earth, with undiscording voice,
May rightly answer that melodious noise,
As once we did-

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may we soon again renew that song,

And keep in tune with heaven, till God ere long To his celestial concert us unite,

To live with him, and sing in endless morn of

light.

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