Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II. by Jean Ingelow
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In His man's eyes will shine Time's end and worth
The chiefest beauty and the chiefest good, And all shall have the all and in it bide, And every soul of man be satisfied. THE BEGINNING. They tell strange things of the primeval earth, But things that be are never strange to those Among them. And we know what it was like, Many are sure they walked in it; the proof This, the all gracious, all admired whole Called life, called world, called thought, was all as one. Nor yet divided more than that old earth Among the tribes. Self was not fully come-- Self was asleep, embedded in the whole. I too dwelt once in a primeval world, Such as they tell of, all things wonderful; Voices, ay visions, people grand and tall Thronged in it, but their talk was overhead And bore scant meaning, that one wanted not Whose thought was sight as yet unbound of words, This kingdom of heaven having entered through Being a little child. |
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