When we shall hear no more the cradle-songs Of ages -- when the timeless hymns of Love Defeat them and outsound them -- we shall know The rapture of that large release which all Right science comprehends; and we shall read, With unoppressed and unoffended eyes, That record of All-Soul whereon God writes In everlasting runes the truth of Him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NATURE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE LAKE (VERSION 2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE MOTHER by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK; 1658 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |