Classic Poem

Those who have gone before us are so much the nearer to the Union .

T O Other E NDS

L OOK forth no more where bindweeds creep
 About thy lattice bars,
And move no more where waters sweep
 Entranced by musing stars!
Thy peace be full, thy rest be deep,
 New light enrich thine eyes;
While night is dark on ours who weep,
 Sweet Life, fill other skies:
That which God join'd to make thy wonder,
For Heaven's gain, thus He puts asunder.
The great secrets of all are not spoken, but signified .