"Through the deep caves of thought
I hear a voice that sings:—
Build thee more stately mansions, O my
soul!
As the swift seasons roll:
Leave thy low-vaulted past;
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine out-grown shell by life's un
resting sea."—

Poems
"Through the deep caves of thought...
From the September 1884 issue of The Christian Science Journal