Our being must move
eternally through Time;
Death helps us not, vain is
the hope to cease;
A secret Will compels us to
endure.
Our life's repose is in the
Infinite;
It
cannot end, its end is Life Supreme
(Book
two, canto six)
All is not here a blinded
Nature's task:
A Word, a Wisdom watches us
from on high,
An Eye unseen in the
unseeing vast;
There is an Influence from
a Light above,
There are thoughts remote
and sealed eternities:
A mystic motive drives the
stars and suns.
In this passage from a deaf
unknowing Force
To struggling consciousness
and transient breath
A mighty supernature waits
on Time.
The world is other than we
now think and see,
Our lives are deeper
mystery than we have dreamed;
Our minds are starters in
the race to God,
Our
souls are deputed selves of the Supreme.
(Book
Two, Canto five)
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