The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 7.
John Greenleaf Whittier, Ed.

—when Time's veil shall fall asunder,
     The soul may know
No fearful change nor sudden wonder,
     Nor sink the weight of mystery under,
But with the upward rise and with the vastness grow.

And all we shrink from now may seem
     No new revealing;
Familiar as our childhood's stream,
     Or pleasant memory of a dream,
The loved and cherished past upon the new life stealing.

Serene and mild the untried light
     May have its dawning;
As meet in summer's northern night
     The evening gray and dawning white,
The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul's new morning.