LIFE ETERNAL

WILLIS E. BLOOMFIELD.

Mortality is but a transient seeming,
Which some day shall be swallowed up in Life
When we awake from dreaming
Of matter, pain, and strife,
And grow into sure consciousness
That being in its perfectness
Is knowledge of man's Principle, of Love,
In which we live and move.

There is no death, for all that seems to perish
Has never lived, and is not known of God.
This seeming life we cherish
Is kindred to the clod,
And must return to dust from which it sprang;
But, ere the morning stars together sang,
Man was—and must forevermore exist,
Else God were unexpressed.

God is our Life; and so we cannot be
The thralls of death, and subject to decay:
Only the sense of death can pass away,
Our life abides in God through all eternity.
Mortality awhile may hide the light,
Or erring sense the perfect vision dim;
But man was fashioned by the infinite,
And some day all shall know and be like Him.

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