"Wherever Freedom shivered a chain,
God speed, quoth I;
To Error amidst her shouting train
I gave the lie."
Ah, soul of mine! ah, soul of mine!
Thy deeds are well:
Were they wrought for Truth's sake or for thine?
My soul, pray tell.
"Of all the work my hand hath wrought
Beneath the sky,
Save a place in kindly human thought,
No gain have I."
Go to, go to! for thy very self
Thy deeds were done
Thou for fame, the miser for pelf,
Your end is one!
And where art thou going, soul of mine?
Canst see the end?
And whither this troubled life of thine
Evermore doth tend?
What daunts thee now? what shakes thee so?
My sad soul say.
"I see a cloud like a curtain low
Hang o'er my way.
"Whither I go I cannot tell
That cloud hangs black,
High as the heaven and deep as hell
Across my track.
"I see its shadow coldly enwrap
The souls before.
Sadly they enter it, step by step,
To return no more.
"They shrink, they shudder, dear God! they kneel
To Thee in prayer.
They shut their eyes on the cloud, but feel
That it still is there.
"In vain they turn from the dread Before
To the Known and Gone;
For while gazing behind them evermore
Their feet glide on.