Poems (Elliott)/Futurity

For works with similar titles, see Futurity.
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Futurity
A space of time May go, But time is naught When one has the bright living faith To wait the true Hereafter. What could be better, truer and more reasonable Than that we should Return and live anew In this or other spheres Which circle endlessly in the firmament? Anew—Oh word of promise What wonder-meaning is in you Incorporated! To live anew—without the old Impediments and burdens O'er which to stumble and under which To fall. To cast aside all things that hinder us. Oh! might it be that we could profit by Our hard-won, suffering-fraught experience! But that, they tell us, may not be For we must enter Into a New Life. Begin again And grope our way Through that New Life To yet a new Hereafter, And hence on To interminable Infinitude.
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