The Christian Scholar By the Author of "The Cathedral" [i.e. Isaac Williams] |
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REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE. |
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The Christian Scholar | ||
REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE.
So deep within our soul there lies
The shadow of lost Paradise,
Where darkness enters not, nor toil,
Nor tears, nor sorrow,—nought to soil
The mirror which reflects the eye
Of omnipresent deity:—
And in that undisturb'd repose
That none can enter but the good;
So yearns the heart that nothing knows
But her intensest solitude:
So deeply on the soul doth press
The sense of its own lowliness:
Philosophy's most noble thought,
Best image of the poet wrought.
The shadow of lost Paradise,
Where darkness enters not, nor toil,
Nor tears, nor sorrow,—nought to soil
The mirror which reflects the eye
Of omnipresent deity:—
And in that undisturb'd repose
That none can enter but the good;
So yearns the heart that nothing knows
But her intensest solitude:
So deeply on the soul doth press
The sense of its own lowliness:
Philosophy's most noble thought,
Best image of the poet wrought.
In every heart beneath the skies
That glorious wreck of Eden lies;
As 'neath the sea some palace seen
Looks beauteous through the blue serene,
Though now the haunt of things unclean.
That glorious wreck of Eden lies;
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Looks beauteous through the blue serene,
Though now the haunt of things unclean.
And blessed they who labour still
To keep that mirror pure from ill.
We blend that vision with our sin,
And then the serpent enters in;
It is an Eden then no more,
But we again the loss deplore.
To keep that mirror pure from ill.
We blend that vision with our sin,
And then the serpent enters in;
It is an Eden then no more,
But we again the loss deplore.
The Christian Scholar | ||