Immeasurable eons of time respond!
Respond thou to my soul;
Answer the questions I shall ask!
Backward, ye ages, roll.
Nay, come not nigh, thou Fear,
Thou phantom of my brain.
Nor thy boon friend, Despair,
I ne'er shall know again:
Speak not, my earthly sense,
Thou knowest naught,
All that I learn of thee
With pain is fraught.
Eternity, bend low thine ear;
I call on thee.
Who am I? Whence and whither?
Answer thou me.
Hark! Hark! all time replies,
And silence finds a voice,
"Lift up thy head, thou weary one,
Rejoice! Rejoice!
"Offspring of Perfect Love,
Thou art not from the sod,
Thine origin is all divine,
For Love is God.
"'Fore Abraham was, thou wert,
For even so was I,
Like unto thine Eternal Source
Thou canst not die.
"'Gainst thee can naught prevail,
On wings of faith uprise;
To God within thyself be true,
Thy flight is to the skies."
