Eidolon; or, The Course of a Soul; and Other Poems
Tracing a pathway to the All-Divine!

Thine is the perfectness of earthly bliss,

The brimming of life's chalice o'er with peace,

Till thro' all thought and feeling, the pure draught

Sheddeth its gladness and serenity.

Thine is a joyance passing utterance,

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A deep delight, that like the songs of heaven,

Swell through its fulness, but are mute without.

Thou art the goal of most sublime desire,

The haven that all longing seeketh for,

Where, shaded from the storms and blasts of life,

The bark glides gently down the stream of Time."

How cloudless is this azure firmament!

Brighter than all the dreams of sinless youth!

Deeper than the deep heart of woman's love!

Now as I gaze upon each shining star,

What visions steal upon me with its rays,

Of that which makes its glorious excellence!

Can there be revelation of high truths


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