Then weary not, but set thy path to end,
E’en as the light doth fade and leave
Nay trace to mar the night’s dark tide.
Sink thou, then, as doth the sun,
Assured that thou shalt rise!
All these, however, are but preparatory to the communication in which she asserts not only the actuality of the future life but something of the nature of it. One might say that the preceding poems and prose-poems, taken alone and without regard to the mystery of their source, were merely expressions of belief, but in this communication she seems to speak with knowledge, seems even to have overstepped the bounds within which, she has often asserted, she is held. “My lips be astopped,” she has said in answer to a request for information of this forbidden character, but here she appears to have been permitted to give a glimpse of the unknown, and to present a promise of universal application. This poem, from the spiritual standpoint, is the most remarkable of all her productions.
How have I caught at fleeting joys
And swifter fleeting sorrows!
And days and nights, and morns and eves,