"OFT have I fronted Death, nor feared his might! To me immortal, this dim Finite seems Like some waste low-land, crossed by wandering streams Whose clouded waves scarce catch our yearning sight: Clearer by far, the imperial Infinite! Though its ethereal radiance only gleams In exaltations of majestic dreams, Such dreams portray God's heaven of heavens aright!" Thou blissful Faith! that on death's imminent brink Thus much of heaven's mysterious truth hast told! Soul-life aspires, though all the stars should sink; Not vain our loftiest instinct's upward stress, Nor hath the immortal hope shone clear and bold, To quench at death, his torch in nothingness! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) CLEAR WEATHER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PASTELLE IN BLUE by IDA MAY BORNCAMP FOR A NOVEL OF HALL CAINE'S by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) AND THE WOMEN PRAYED by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT SALAD: BROW by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS |