THE soul’s physician thus the soul would kill,
The soul’s high priest its heaven-bound pinions stay,
Bring from fresh beauty chaos, night from day,
Despair from trust, from all good promise ill;
The outworn heart and sickened senses still
Must shroud heaven’s life in fogs of foul decay,
Veil the swift angel, love, and hide the ray
Born of God’s smile with masks of morbid will:–
But Truth, and Truth’s great Master cannot die;
While Love, the seraph, free of wings and eyes,
Upsweeps the realm of calm immensity.
A thousand times our buried shall rise
In prayerful souls to hush their anguished sighs,
And dawn, not darkness, rule o’er earth and sky.
(Paul Hamilton Hayne)
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