Yesterday, to-day, and for ever : a poem, in twelve books . fetterd can we safely gaze On that which is the only lenitive of pain, Virtue and goodness triumphing, and grace 1000 Evolving out of darkness light in heaven. Thus only to the prisoners of despair Can Mercy, which is infinite, vouchsafe Far glimpses of the beauty of holiness. Albeit a beauty which can never clothe Ourselves, the heirs of everlasting wrath. Woe, woe, immedicable woe for those Whose hopeless ruin is their only hope, And hell their solitary resting-place. Lost, lost: our doom is irreversible : 1010 Power, justice, mercy
Yesterday, to-day, and for ever : a poem, in twelve books . fetterd can we safely gaze On that which is the only lenitive of pain, Virtue and goodness triumphing, and grace 1000 Evolving out of darkness light in heaven. Thus only to the prisoners of despair Can Mercy, which is infinite, vouchsafe Far glimpses of the beauty of holiness. Albeit a beauty which can never clothe Ourselves, the heirs of everlasting wrath. Woe, woe, immedicable woe for those Whose hopeless ruin is their only hope, And hell their solitary resting-place. Lost, lost: our doom is irreversible : 1010 Power, justice, mercy, love have seald us here. Glory to God who sitteth on the throne. And to the Lamb for ever and for ever. The voice was hushd a moment; then a deepLow murmur, like a hoarse resounding surge, XI.] THE LAST JUDGMENT. 369 Rose from the universal lake of fire: No tongue was mute, no damned spirit but swelld That multitudinous tide of awful praise, Glory to God wlio sitteth on the throne, Andto the Lamb for ever and for ever. 1020 END OP THE ELEVENTH BOOK. 24. aSoofe STtoelftfj. THE MANY MANSIONS. Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once more Fondly I come soliciting thine aid ; By whose celestial minstrelsy inspired The saintly Enoch walkd with God and sang At cloudy morning-tide of evening light. Thine were the strains that floated oer the waves From Miriams timbrel and from Moses tongue; And thine the suasive melodies, that made The royal shepherd on his lute forecast The golden morrow from the vexd to-day. 10 Nor was he in thy tuneful lore unlearnd, Who interwove the lyrics of the Bride And idyls of the Bridegroom. Taught by thee, Isaiah gazed with eagle eye athwart The conflicts of a thousand years thrice told; And Jeremy, and rapt Ezekiel, And all the prophets prophesied; and chief THE MANY 371 The seer who, moated by the fretting waves In Patmos, o^jend his responsive breast To the pure impulses, which only thou 20 Canst echo from eternity to time. Biifnot, as these g
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