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Foretaste How do I know that after this Another life there is? Another life? There is but one! In mystery begun, Continued in a miracle, God's breath, The living soul, spells not the name of death. How know I that I am alive? So only as I thrive On truth, whose sweetness keeps the soul Vigorous and pure and whole: Heaven's health within is immortality; The life that is, and evermore shall be. To grasp the Hereafter is not mine; And yet a Voice divine Hath, page by page, interpreted Time's book, while I have read: And, as my heart in wisdom shall unfold, Secrets of unseen heavens shall I be told. To Thy Beyond no fear I give; Because Thou livest, I live, Unsleeping Friend! Why should I wake, Troublesome thought to take For any strange to-morrow? In Thy hand, Days and eternities like flowers expand. Odors from blossoming worlds unknown Across my path are blown; Thy robes trail hither myrrh and spice From farthest paradise; I walk through Thy fair universe with Thee, And sun me in Thine immortality. Lucy Larcom's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1218 |
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