A shadow moving by one’s side,
That would a substance seem -
That is, yet is not - though described -
Like skies beneath the stream:
A tree that’s ever in the bloom,
Whose fruit is never ripe;
A wish for joys that never come -
Such are the hopes of life.

A dark, inevitable night,
A blank that will remain;
A waiting for the morning light,
When waiting is in vain;
A gulf where pathway never led
To show the depth beneath;
A thing we know not yet we dread -
That dreaded thing is Death.

The vaulted void of purple sky
That every where extends,
That stretches from the dazzled eye,
In space that never ends:
A morning, whose uprisen sun
No setting e’er shall see:
A day that come without a noon -
Such is Eternity.

Author Unknown.

Signs of the Times
Volume 27, Number 22; November 15, 1859

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