Where ships sail on forever to no shore,

Where Time gives Immortality the helm,

And fades like a far phantom from life's door.

III

"And is all well, O Thou Unweariable

Launcher of worlds upon bewildered space,"

Rose in me, "All? or did thy hand grow dull

Building this world that bears a piteous race?

O was it launched too soon or launched too late?

Or can it be a derelict that drifts

Beyond thy ken toward some reef of Fate

On which Oblivion's sand forever shifts?"

IV

The sea grew softer as I questioned—calm

With mystery that like an answer moved,

And from infinity there fell a balm,

The old peace that God is, tho all unproved.[Pg 5]

[Pg 5]

The old faith that tho gulfs sidereal stun

The soul, and knowledge drown within their deep,

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