Читать книгу The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, March 1844 - Various - Страница 7

Perhaps the World of Spirits

Is the invisible air,

And every soul inherits

Its endless portion there,

When mortal lays its mortal by,

And puts on immortality.

Then round us and above us

Unseen, the souls of those

That hate us and that love us

In motion or repose,

To plan and work our good or ill,

As when on earth, are busy still.

For Enmity surviveth

This transitory life;

Spirit with spirit striveth

In an unending strife;

All roots of evil planted now

Eternally shall live and grow.

So friendship ever liveth

Immortal as the soul,

And purer pleasure giveth

As longer ages roll;

And hope and joy and inward peace

Forever heighten and increase!

Our homes and dwelling-places,

The country of our birth,

The old familiar faces

Endeared to us on earth,

And every source and scene of joy

Our spirits’ senses shall employ.

So shall our true affections,

To earthly objects given,

Form intimate connections

Between our world and heaven;

And all our long existence move

In an unbroken stream of love.