Moulds human destiny—spirits on earth
But leave and bud, the blossom is the Future’s —
Earth, like a cunning sculptor, fashioneth
The form and features of Eternity.
Like Jacob’s dream-known angels we can rise
Upon “celestial stairs” to his and their fruition —
Or, like to him who burned and glowed in Heaven,
Be quenched amid the mists of endless night.
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As thou shalt sow, man-brother, she shall glean —