Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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TIME A MERELY HUMAN IDEA: A
NIGHT-THOUGHT. |
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TIME A MERELY HUMAN IDEA: A NIGHT-THOUGHT.
Unutterably grand, in so profoundAnd absolute silence that it doth oppress;
To which voice like his in the wilderness,
Crying, “Repent, repent,” would be a sound
And sense of deep'st relief,—ay, tho' we found
Our Judge awaiting us; greater and less
Yon worlds move on with countless throng and press,
Yet so symmetrical, on their vast round!
There is no Time nor Space, Beginning, End!
Upon this whirling ball of Earth we men
By day and night and year, as it doth wend,
With time and season, the brief “Now” and “Then”
Of our poor span mete out, nor comprehend
The mighty Circle, without “Where” or “When!”
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