All is not finished in the Unseen’s decree!

A mind beyond our mind demands our ken;

A life of unimagined harmony

Awaits, concealed, the grasp of unborn men.

The crude beginnings of the lifeless earth

And mindless stirrings of the plant and tree

Prepared our thought; thought for a godlike birth

Broadens the mould of our mortality.

A might no human will or force could gain,

A knowledge seated in eternity,

A joy beyond our struggle and our pain

Is this earth-hampered creature’s destiny.

O Thou who climbest to mind from the dull stone,

Turn to8 the miracled summits yet unwon.