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He had known sorrow, and not sought, as some,
To strike with fate a bargain of new bliss,
But betwixt two worlds, as one tired of this,
Hung on the skirts of Heaven, and made his home
Adventurous heights, where Science whispered, ‘Come,
And thou shalt commune with what was, and is,
And shall be, wring her secret from the abyss,
And mount in spirit to the eternal dome.’
So, purged of sense, as in prophetic eld,
He through the veil saw, ere Death lifted it,
Light within darkness, and heard gush the springs
That murmur in the mystic heart of things,
Till on the bounds of being he beheld
Man's finite melt into God's infinite.
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