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the man-made plan; Man's life below, the Spirit's life above- All these seem mingled in one little word, A word, a thought that glances like a beam And penetrates the ·soul unseen, unheard !
Yet there he stands=-with nothing all around: No heaven, no earth, no flames, nor gardens fair ; His place all space where silence is like sound, And all his soul could wish for, all is there.
' ' Long since we passed ' he hears ' the gate of strife And saw the measure of our gain and loss, And thence we passed on to a higher life \Vhiter than these white bones and free of dross.
Like thy dead frame the stars' dead orbs decay, Rut that which is All-life shall never die, 'Tis one with that which once made Night and Day And chose to wear the form of Earth and Sky.