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THE LAKE OF GAUBE.
Might life be as this is and death be as life that casts off
time as a robe,
The likeness of infinite heaven were a symbol revealed of
the lake of Gaube.
Whose thought has fathomed and measured
The darkness of life and of death,
The secret within them treasured,
The spirit that is not breath?
Whose vision has yet beholden
The splendour of death and of life?
Though sunset as dawn be golden,
Is the word of them peace, not strife?
Deep silence answers: the glory
We dream of may be but a dream,
And the sun of the soul wax hoary
As ashes that show not a gleam.
But well shall it be with us ever
Who drive through the darkness here
If the soul that we live by never,
For aught that a lie saith, fear.
