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THE sunbeams touch the glacier, the shafts must melt away; The oceans grasp the icebergs and with their cold hearts play; In frenzy 'neath the surface they submarine their way, In contrast with the shining peaks they bore on glacier day; Thus on and on the Hewer uplifts and levels down-- From mist may build the glacier, in an iceberg sea to drown; Thus on and on the giants of earth may melt away And form a part of boundless sea, or flower-buds, through clay! In that great place called Heaven, with beckoning lights aglow, Which in our darker hours those windows plainly show, And with a sweeter vision, for all the way between, Each plateau to the greater height intensifies the gleam. The restful dream 'neath ether; the fairies on its wave That seem to float in angel form between us and the grave, Composed in meditation, to thoughts sublime give birth; Thus dwell beyond the darkness, mid lights to grace the earth. |