Poem October 26, 1940 Issue

Promise

DUDLEY STOW

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 ocean
Are 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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