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Updated: June 6, 2025
In vain! eternity's wide ocean Ceaselessly drowns thy rolling stream. The glorious suns my youth enchanting Have set in never-ending night; Those blest ideals now are wanting That swelled my heart with mad delight. The offspring of my dream hath perished, My faith in being passed away; The godlike hopes that once I cherish Are now reality's sad prey.
Through quiet, woody dells roamed Beulah's spirit, and, hand in hand, she and Lilly trod flowery paths and rested beside clear, laughing brooks. Life, with its grim realities, seemed but a flying mist. The orphan hovered on the confines of eternity's ocean, and its silent waves almost laved the feet of the weary child.
MARY. I see eternity's abyss before me; Soon must I stand before the highest Judge, And have not yet appeased the Holy One. A priest of my religion is denied me, And I disdain to take the sacrament, The holy, heavenly nourishment, from priests Of a false faith; I die in the belief Of my own church, for that alone can save.
Their abodes lie in outer darkness, or are illumined only by flashes of fictitious, and evanescent light from the expiring embers of earthly exhalations, and the phosphorescent gleams of decaying forms. The soul that has received an illumination from the Divine has in its keeping a talisman of power, yet none can escape these watchful ones. "Here eyes do regard you in eternity's stillness."
"But heard are the voices, Heard are the sages, The worlds and the ages; 'Choose well; your choice is Brief and yet endless. "'Here eyes do regard you, In eternity's stillness; Here is all fullness, Ye, brave to reward you; Work and despair not."
Twenty fevers shall not kill me now," said George, but in a very weak voice. Brave heart, George! Loving heart, Agnes! But fate willed otherwise. You were to be united, but not then, not then; not until you both had crossed the mysterious river which has but one tide, and that ever flowing in at Eternity's gates, but never returning.
"Choose well, your choice is Brief but yet endless; From Heaven, eyes behold you In eternity's stillness. There all is fullness, Ye brave to reward you; Work and despair not." Eversley. 1861. 2 Kings xxiii. 3, 4, 25, 26.
When the generation that knew and loved Davis shall have passed from earth; when those who idealized him shall have crossed the narrow boundaries of Time into Eternity's shoreless sea; when those brave souls who set their breasts against the bayonet shall one and all be gathered into the great hand of God; when those who saw in him the incarnation of a principle in whose defense they had pledged their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor, shall be no longer with us to warp our better judgment, Jefferson Davis will sink to the ordinary level as a statesman and a soldier.
Sisters swift and saintly Seem to tread on grass; Like flowers stirring faintly, Heads turn to watch them pass. Beauty, blood, and sorrow, Blending in a trance Eternity's to-morrow In this half-way house of France. Sounds of whispered talking, Laboured indrawn breath; Then like a young girl walking The dear familiar Death.
And sweet it is for thee to expire; To die for thy sake, that thou mayst aspire; And sleep in thy bosom eternity's long night. If over my grave some day thou seest grow, In the grassy sod, a humble flower, Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so, While I may feel on my brow in the cold tomb below The touch of thy tenderness, thy breath's warm power.
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