We cannot know each other,
And the great world may not see
If our souls are clad in blackness
Or in snowy purity.
Yet we mold that hidden empire,
In the sight of higher powers,
To a wilderness of thistles,
Or a paradise of flowers.
And the great world may not see
If our souls are clad in blackness
Or in snowy purity.
Yet we mold that hidden empire,
In the sight of higher powers,
To a wilderness of thistles,
Or a paradise of flowers.
We cannot know each other,
And we know the plan is wise,
For so much of inward feeling,
Outward action underlies.
Love might die like withered blossoms,
Friendship's charm no more exist,
If from every hidden motive,
Were removed the shadowy mist.
And we know the plan is wise,
For so much of inward feeling,
Outward action underlies.
Love might die like withered blossoms,
Friendship's charm no more exist,
If from every hidden motive,
Were removed the shadowy mist.
Shall we ever know each other?
Oh! the boundless realm of thought!
Oh! the living worlds around us
That we comprehended not!
When we reach the many mansions,
And in angel anthems share;
Without fear of fault or blemish,
We can know each other there.
Oh! the boundless realm of thought!
Oh! the living worlds around us
That we comprehended not!
When we reach the many mansions,
And in angel anthems share;
Without fear of fault or blemish,
We can know each other there.
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