From: The Dial, Vol. II, No. I (July 1841).
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Published: E. P. Peabody 1841 Boston
Nor where long-passed ages sleep, All before us lies the way, Eden with its angels bold, In the spirit’s perfect air, It is coming, it shall come, When all error is worked out, When the Soul to Sin hath died, Then shall come the Eden days, From this spirit-land, afar,
Seek we Eden’s golden trees,
In the future, folded deep,
Are its mystic harmonies.
Give the past unto the wind;
All before us is the Day,
Night and darkness are behind.
Love and flowers and coolest sea,
Is not ancient story told,
But a glowing prophecy.
In the passions tame and kind,
Innocence from selfish care
The real Eden we shall find.
To the patient and the striving,
To the quiet heart at home,
Thinking wise and faithful living.
From the heart and from the life;
When the Sensuous is laid low,
Through the Spirit’s holy strife;
True and beautiful and sound;
Then all earth is sanctified,
Upsprings Paradise around.
Guardian watch from Seraph-eyes;
Angels on the slanting rays,
Voices from the opening skies.
All disturbing force shall flee;
Stir nor toil nor hope shall mar
Its immortal unity.
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