[Written for the Sentinel]

Walls

Where'er we look with these our fleshly eyes,Great walls deny our view: we look below,And granite leagues forbid us farther go;We look above, and worlds on worlds ariseTo mock our wisdom from the quiet skies;Our backward glances still impervious showBlank walls of birth; and forward peerings growReflective of the mist that forward lies.

Walls everywhere!—thick and obstructive all!And yet, when like Bath-sheba's son we gazeFrom out an understanding heart, we seeThat God has placed a door in every wallAnd given us, through all our groping days,In fervent fellow love the golden key.

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