Thus the seer,
With vision clear,
Sees forms appear and disapear,
In the perpetual round of strange,
Mysterious change.
From birth to death, from death to birth;
From earth to heaven, from heaven to earth;
'Til glimpses more sublime,
Of things unseen before,
Unto his wondering eyes reveal
The Universe, as an immeasurable wheel
Turning forevermore
In the rapid and rushing river of Time.
-Rain in Summer
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!-
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal,
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul....
-A Psalm of Life
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