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First Line: Never until our souls are strong enough
Last Line: The mead of thought's prophetic endlessness.
Subject(s): Religion; Theology

Never until our souls are strong enough
To plunge into the crater of the Scheme --
Triumphant in the flash there to redeem
Love's handsel and forevermore to slough,
Like cerements at a played-out masque, the rough
And reptile skins of us whereon we set
The stigma of scared years - are we to get
Where atoms and the ages are one stuff.

Nor ever shall we know the cursed waste
Of life in the beneficence devine
Of starlight and of sunlight and soul-shine
That we have squandered in sin's frail distress,
Till we have drunk, and trembled at the taste,
The mead of Thought's prophetic endlessness.

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