Unborrowed from the sun; where storms dim not
Its brightness? and where rapture never dies?
Yes, far above the sky-bound ceiling, there
Is light—eternal light—joy unsubdued,
And everlasting life!
Is there such a
Thing as sin? I feel it not. This is a
Holy hour. Nothing exists to me but
Heaven, and heaven’s pure habitants; all worldly
Thoughts are drowned in high communing. Is there