Classic Poem

Hail , dim Eternity! yet dimmer far,
Ere 'mid the chaos of primeval night,
The Virgin form of Revelation rose!
Thee, whether brooding o'er the wide abyss
Of Hell and Heav'n, or with thrice-awful veil
Shrouding the blaze of Deity enthron'd,
How lost in mute amazement, does the mind
Contemplate! Parent of the first of days!
In thee began, in thee at last shall end,
The circling orbs that o'er the vast profound
Sweep on their track effulgent; into thee
This universal firmament shall drop,
Absorb'd alike with all created things,
Save that which, gifted with the spark of Heaven,
By right of promise indefeasible
Exists, endures, immortal! That alone
In thee shall not dissolve, but higher still
Progressing, claim with thee an equal share
Of unextinguish'd and eternal doom!