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There is a time to rove the lawn , the field , — Chasing the hind , to thread the forest glade , And cull no beauty but the flow ' rs they yield , Nor find more deep refreshment than their shade . Then is the time to gaze upon the sky ,
When the moon reigns , and sapphire hosts advance , And feel no influence wafted from on high , See nought mysterious in their radiant dance . Then is the time to ask where they can be , Whom death withdrew as side by side we trod ; And since no tongue can tell , no eye can see , To turn and sport upon their burial sod .
There is a time , —and now the hour is come , — When life breathes oat from all these hues and forms ; When winds and streams sing of the spirit's home , And ocean chaunts her welcome midst his storms . Then Nature wooes the ear , directs the eye , Breathes out her essence o ' er the sentient soul :
Fathoms the depths for her , and scales the sky , And speeds her ardent flight from pole to pole . Life now ,- —no mean creation of a day , Held without thought and in the present bound , —
Looking before and after , holds its way , Treading serene its bright , eternal round . Now Death , familiar grown , aye hovers near , To shadow forth the spirit ' s fairest dreams ; To tend young hopes , to quell the low-born fear , And chase , with light divine , earth's fitful gleams .
The time shall be , —O come the promised hour 1—When all these o utward forms shall melt away , Seas shall be dry , and stars shall shine no more , Hush'd every sound , and quench'd each living ray . Yet , treasured as the life , they cannot die . — Part of herself , ethereal as the soul , Hesperus shall still lead forth his hosts on high , Still earth be gay , and ocean gleam and roll .
O ! come the hour when the expanded mind , — Here fed by Nature with immortal food , — Within itself the universe shall find , Survey its treasures and pronounce them good ! O ! haste the hour when to the deathless fire On th' eternal altar , souls shall come , Link'd in one joy ;—and while its flames aspire Still throng around and feel its light their home !
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The Three Ages of the SouL 595
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1830, page 595, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2588/page/11/
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