25 April 2007



Doubt no longer that the Highest is the
wisest and the best,
Let not all that saddens Nature blight
thy hope or break thy rest,
Quail not at the fiery mountain, at the
shipwreck, or the rolling
Thunder, or the rending earthquake, or
the famine, or the pest!


Neither mourn if human creeds be lower
than the heart’s desire!
Thro’ the gates that bar the distance
comes a gleam of what is higher.
Wait till Death has flung them open,
when the man will make the Maker
Dark no more with human hatreds in the
glare of deathless fire!


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