"From Threnody"
Wilt thou uncalled interrogate,
Talker! the unreplying fate?
Nor see the Genius of the whole
Ascendant in the private soul,
Beckon it when to go and come,
Self-announced its hour of doom.
Fair the soul's recess and shrine,
Magic-built, to last a season,
Masterpiece of love benign!
Fairer than expansive reason
Whose omen't is, and sign.
Wilt thou not ope this heart to know
What rainbows teachs and sunsets show,
Verdict wich accumulates
From lengthened scroll of human fates,
Voice of earth to earth returned,
Prayers of heart than inly burned;
Saying, What is excellent,
As God lives, is permanent,
Hearts are dusty, hearts' love remain,
Heart's love will meet thee again.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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