The Immortals

Echoing still through lapse of ages, silent voices from
        the past,
Thrilling with a wondrous sweetness, filling life with
        thoughts more vast;
Dust as dust can never claim them, living in the
        deeds they wrought,-
Heroes, sages, poets, painters, great in deed or grand
        in thought;
Still amongst us ever living, these immortals come
        and go,
Half of earth and half of heaven, when in flesh they
        dwell below.
Mortal still they chain, and bind us by the mystery of
        their power:
Music, as a god exulting, falling like a golden shower;
Pictured scenes as fair as nature, gleaming moonlight,
        burning sun,
Still shall live and gladden thousands, though the
        master’s work is done;
Still the poet’s page shall charm us when the hand
        that wrote is cold.
Grand Immortals, still undying, thy living memories
        earth must hold.

~from “Glimpses Beyond the Veil” by Laura A. Whitworth

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