Classic Poem

Mystery mystery! all is a mystery!
Mountain and valley, and woodland and stream,
Man's troubled story, his shame and his glory,
Are only a phase of the soul's troubled dream.

Mystery! mystery! all is a mystery!
Heart-throbs of anguish, and joy's gentle dew
Fall from a fountain, beyond the great mountain,
Whose summits forever are lost in the blue.

Mystery! mystery! all is a mystery!
Sigh of the night-winds, the song of the waves,
Visions that borrow their brightness from sorrow,
Tales which flow'rs tell us, the voices of graves.

Mystery! mystery! all is a mystery!
Ah! there is nothing we wholly see through.
We are all weary, the night's long and dreary —
Without hope of morning, oh! what would we do?