Hamburger icon
Advertisement

HEREAFTER.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

To gather him unto his kindred breath,

Mingling the tuneful music of his voice

In harmony with the majestic psalm

Chanted by the pure spirit through all time.

Our crumbling dust is likewise swept away

Advertisement

And lost for aeons by the whirling wind.

Now like the helpless falling in a dream,

Now like the upshot lava from a mount;

Now racked and tortured with the endless change

Of form and life and motion to and fro.

But ever still is echoed from the worlds

The chorus thundered by the rushing wind;

An immortality of activeness,

Of life in fullest consciousness of power,

With an infinitude of space and spheres

Advertisement