Promise

Since this great world, so wide in beauty spreading,Is but a semblance of the truth sublime,And the rich, kindly earth—on which we're treading—Sounds but false echoings of space and time;Since lights and shadows of the changing oceanAre borrowed splendors, and the far pale star—Fixed and remote from all our brief emotion—Whispers the finitude of what they are;Well may we strive, with unabating wonder,To glimpse the vision of eternity,Glories undreamed grow greater as we ponder,Spirit supreme, immortal harmony;False joy and sorrows—matter's lure and terrors—Scripture and Science unmask, as unreal errors!

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