And thus proceeds the mode of human life
From mystery to mystery again;
From God to God, thro’ grandeur, grief, and strife,
A hurried plunge into the dark inane
Whence we had lately sprung. And is’t for ever?
Ah! sense is blind beyond the gaping clay,
And all the eyes of faith can see it never.
We know the bright-haired sun will bring the day,
Like glorious book of silent prophecy;
Majestic night assume her starry throne;
The wondrous seasons come and go: but we
Die, unto mortal ken for ever gone.
Who shall pry further? who shall kindle light
In the dread bosom of the infinite?