Classic Poem

I know that my Redeemer liveth — but out of the depths of time
He hath not called to me yet. But from th' immeasurable tracts
That widen unending to where beginneth eternity
Falleth at times a voice, heart-thrilling, soul-piercing, life-giving;
High sometimes and clear, as a lark singing in a holy dawn,
Hush'd and afar off again as a dreaming wave upon seas
Lit by a low vast moon, and mindlessly sleeping, but ever
Sweet with a human love, and full of ineffable yearning,
And crying of soul unto soul from infinite deep unto deep.
And sometimes I look and gaze out upon uttermost darkness
And hear the wail of desolate winds moaning around the world —
Till the darkness shivers to light, and clashing thro' earth and heaven
I hear great wings make music, and marvellous thunderous songs
Shout " Thy Redeemer liveth, O human soul, and crieth for thee! "