Too stern for pain, too high for mirth,
On! thou must, through light and gloom.
Would’st thou rest when thou hast strength
Mated with the seraphim?
Time outlasting, all whose length
Fades, within thine ages, dim?
O strong traveller, can’st thou tire,
When, but touching at the grave,
Thy worn feet, re-shod, aspire,
Winged, to cleave as Uriel[3] clave?