After Death

When i forth fare beyond this narrow earth, With all its metes and bounds of now and here, And brooding clouds of ignorance and fear That overhung me on my day of birth, Wherethrough the jocund sun’s perennial mirth Has shone more inly bright each coming year With some new glory of that outer sphere Where length and breadth and height are little worth, Then shall I find that even here below We guessed the secret of eternity, And learned in years the yearless mystery; For in our earliest world we came to know The master-lesson and the riddle’s key: Unending love unending growth shall be.

Collection: 
English
Charles Francis Richardson

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