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THE REVELATIONS OF THE AGES

SONNET

Strip off dead husks, the fruit will be the sweeter;
Shake out dead petals, brighter blooms the rose;
Cast off the worn-out shoes, the feet are fleeter,
Fitter to race along the road that goes,
With many windings, toiling through the ages,
Revealing ever newer points of view,
Each turn unfolding fresh sweet landscape-pages,
And broad descents, and hills and valleys new;
Places of which our fathers never dreamed,
Strange, perilous, by feet of man untrod,
And which to them impassable would have seemed,—
But which we have to traverse, trusting God,
God who for certain leaves no single age
Without its fitting revelation-page.
1870.