The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but read more

The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow.

The world -- A small parenthesis in eternity.

The world -- A small parenthesis in eternity.

Every action in our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

Every action in our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

This speck of life in time's great wilderness
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, read more

This speck of life in time's great wilderness
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future, two eternities!

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of eternity.

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of eternity.

The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity.

The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity.

If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity
is not an everlasting flux of time, but time read more

If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity
is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short
parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as
it is, though time had never been.