Excerpt from A Psalm of Deaths and Other Poems There soul hath touch of soul, and there the great Cast Wide to welcome thee joy's golden gate. Free born to thoughts that ever age on age Caressed sweet singers in their sacred sleep, Thy soul shall enter on its heritage Of God's unuttered wisdom. Thou shalt sweep With hand assured the ringing lyre of life, Till the fierce anguish of its bitter strife, Its pain, death, discord, sorrow, and despair, Break into rhythmic music. Thou shalt share The prophet-joy that kept forever glad God's poet-souls when all a world was sad. Enter and live Thou hast not lived before We are but soul-cast shadows. Ah, no more The heart shall bear the burdens of the brain 5 Now shall the strong heart think, nor think in vain. In the dear company of peace, and those Who bore for man life's utmost agony, Thy soul shall climb to cliffs of still repose, And see before thee lie Time's mystery, And that which is God's time, Eternity Whence sweeping over thee dim myriad things, The awful centuries yet to be, in hosts That stir the _vast of heaven with formless wings, Shall cast for thee their shrouds, and, like to ghosts Unriddle all the past, till awed and still Thy soul the secret hath of, good and ill. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.