Death was not, but eternal life sprung
Death was not, but eternal life sprung
Moses commands she be ston'd to death.
England awake awake awake Jerusalem thy sister calls Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls.
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the vegetated i.e. mortal body. This world of imagination is infinite and eternal, whereas the world of generation is finite and temporal. There exist in that eternal world the eternal realities of everything which we see reflected in this vegetable glass of nature.
Didst close my Tongue in senseless clay
And me to Mortal Life betray:
The Death of Jesus set me free.
What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories