Songs of the Soul/Part 2/Eternity

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ETERNITY

Oh, will that day arrive  When I shall ceaselessly ask, and drive  Eternal questionsInto Thine ear, O Eternity, and await solutionAs to how weak weeds do grow and stand unbent,Unshak’n beneath the trampling current;How the storm did wreck titanic things, rooted  trees,And quick disturbed the mighty seas;How the first spark blinked, and the first tree,The first goldfish, the first blue bird so freeAnd the first crooning babyIn this wonder house made their visit and entry.They come, I see;Their growth alone I watch;Thy Cosmic Moulding HandThat secret works on land and seasI wish to seize,O Eternity!
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