07.05.2007, 11:00
A Prophecy
There is a mighty dawning on the earth
Of human glory; dreams unknown before
Fill the mind’s boundless world, and wondrous birth
Is given to great thought; and deep-drawn lore,
But late a hidden fount, at which a few
Quaffed and were glad, is now a flowing river,
Which the parched nations may approach and view,
Kneel down and drink; or float on it forever;
The bonds of spirit are asunder broken,
And matter makes a very sport of distance;
On every side appears a silent token
Of what will be hereafter, when existence
Shall even become a pure and equal thing,
And earth sweep high as heaven, on solemn wing.
There is a mighty dawning on the earth
Of human glory; dreams unknown before
Fill the mind’s boundless world, and wondrous birth
Is given to great thought; and deep-drawn lore,
But late a hidden fount, at which a few
Quaffed and were glad, is now a flowing river,
Which the parched nations may approach and view,
Kneel down and drink; or float on it forever;
The bonds of spirit are asunder broken,
And matter makes a very sport of distance;
On every side appears a silent token
Of what will be hereafter, when existence
Shall even become a pure and equal thing,
And earth sweep high as heaven, on solemn wing.