Classic Poem

Beyond the clouds, away
In the dim distance, lay
A bright and golden shower
At sunset's radiant hour,--
Like to the soul's glad immortality,
Making this life divine,
Making its waters wine,
Giving the glory that eye cannot see.

In God there is no night,--
Truth is eternal light,
A help forever near;
For sinless sense is here
In Truth, the Life, the Principle of man.
Away, then, mortal sense!
Then, error, get thee hence,
Thy discord ne'er in harmony began!

Immortal Truth,--since heaven rang,
The while the glad stars sang
To hail creation's glorious morn--
As when this babe was born,
A painless heraldry of Soul, not sense,--
Shine on our 'wildered way,
Give God's idea sway,
And sickness, sin, and death are banished hence.

Lynn, Mass.