Soul, Wherefore Fret Thee?

Soul, wherefore fret thee? Striving still to throw Some light upon the primal mystery Through rolling ages pondered ceaselessly, Whence thou hast come, and whither thou shalt go! Some deepest, secret voice gives thee to know How, older than created earth and sea, Thou hast been ever, shalt forever be,— Unborn—undying! Thy own life doth show, Yester, to-day, to-morrow, but a chain Of dusky pearls, whereof we seek in vain End or beginning, though perchance the one We call To-day gleams whitest in the sun. Ay, Soul, thy very Self is unto thee Immortal pledge of Immortality!