BE this our trust, that ages (filled with light More glorious far than those faint beams which shine In this our feeble twilight) yet to come Shall see distinctly what we now but hope, -- The world immutable in which alone Wisdom is found, the light and life of things, The breath divine, creating power divine, The @3One@1 of which the human intellect Is but a type, as feeble as that image Of the bright sun seen on the bursting wave -- Bright, but without distinctness; yet in passing Showing its glorious and eternal source. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON READING -- . by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ODE TO WISDOM by ELIZABETH CARTER GROWING GRAY by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON TAMERLANE (4) by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE STORK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM |