That boundless, soundless, tideless, sea,
Of mysteries the mystery,
What is Eternity to me?
Infinite bliss or misery,
Woe past, woe present, woe to be;
The fulness of felicity;
These are Eternity to me.
Two voices from Eternity!
A voice from heaven comes down to me,
A voice from bell breaks dolefully,
"Life, Death, O Man! are offer'd thee."
The abyss is moved; even Wrath cries "Flee!"
The height expands, and Love cries "See
What God hath here prepared for thee;
Choose thou thine own Eternity!"
Sacred Poems and Hymns, 1854