Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ULTIMA THULE, by INEZ SHELDON TYLER

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ULTIMA THULE, by            
First Line: Our souls are temples, vaulted high and spaced
Last Line: We'll later place them in the hands of god.
Subject(s): God; Soul; Temples; Mosques

Our souls are temples, vaulted high and spaced;
We build them slowly through the lapse of years;
Inside the walls each one of us has placed
His thoughts, his dreams, his hopes, his prayers, his tears.

Imagination's room is often stilled
By reason and by conscience, each in turn;
The galleries of memory are filled
With bitter lessons we have had to learn.

The chambers of affection teem with light, --
Bright, sparkling, jewelled, scintillating glints. --
The dazzling colors of success, -- too bright, --
Then trouble comes to soften down the tints.

In each one's soul, -- a saddened, darkened room, --
Often so crowded it will hold no more, --
Adversity has filled its walls with gloom, --
Hope comes, -- an angel, -- knocking at the door.

And so these souls of ours, each changing year,
Will one by one be chastened by the rod
Of Him who guards our temples. Without fear,
We'll later place them in the hands of God.

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