Филип Джеймс Бэйли (Philip James Bailey)
Текст оригинала на английском языке
Yea! even here as everywhere, let man Worship his Recreator, and the world's Made perfect by preliminary fire. O Thou, who in the inaccessible depths Dwellest, of all central Being, and of whom We can but see the star dust of Thy feet, Left on Heaven's roads; from world, nathless, to world, From firmament to firmament, can we trace Each soul his individual link with Thee; The pure invisible touch which makes us Thine, The something more substantial than the sun, More general than the void, yet nested here, As through the airy silence of the soul Swifter than eagle rushing on the wind, Thou sweep'st into possession when Thou wilt. So many are Thy mercies there is nought But this to pray for, left;--Continue that Thou givest! To cease pertaineth not to Thee. The elements may all confusedly fail, And burning systems stiffen or depart Into their graves of darkness and decay;-- The Sun, at length, exhausted in the strife With his aetherial victor, sleep and die;-- And firmaments conglobe them, till at last The universe concentre in one orb, Fit for Thy footstool only. Change like this Ten thousand times may happen, till it fall, To the observant spirits at Thy right hand, Noteless by reoccurrence; Man, the while, Restored into the essence whence he came,-- One with the great ones who have dwelt in him,-- Who cannot deal with less than infinites, Nor utter what is not divine and true,-- Shall ripen in Thy bosom till he grow, Through endless Heavens triumphant and serene, Into the throned god Thou badst him be.
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