“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”
“Still, through our paltry stir and strife,
Glows down the wished Ideal,
And Longing moulds in clay what Life
Carves in the marble Real;
To let the new life in, we know,
Desire must ope the portal;—
Perhaps the longing to be so
Helps make the soul immortal.
“Longing is God’s fresh heavenward will