Toil-worn, and trusting Zeno’s mad belief,
A soul went wailing from the world of grief:
A wild hope led the way,
Then suddenly—dismay!
Lo, the old load was There—
The duty, the despair!
Nothing had changed: still only one escape
From its old self into the angel shape.
The Ascension
Mary Magdalene telleth to the family at Bethany the Story of the Ascension