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If the book is under copyright in your country, do not download or redistribute this file. De Mille, James Author [introduction]: Anonymous Date of first publication: Allen, [first edition] Date first posted: Church of the passage from Plato Apologia 22 B quoted on the poem’s title page: The manuscript of this poem was found in Professor De Mille’s papers after his death.
Even his wife did not know of its existence. It had been prepared for the press with the greatest care; and had apparently been offered for publication in vain. Only the slightest changes in punctuation have been made; otherwise the poem is printed here exactly as it appears in the manuscript. The author’s intention was probably to publish anonymously; for the outside page bears, between the title and the passage from the Apologythe words “Given to the World by A. On a headland hoar and riven I had fixed my lonely seat, He has been driven by grief to dwell in a desolate place.
On that lonely habitation, On that night of all the years, Waiting for my Revelation, I had prayed and I had wrestled with a thousand doubts and fears, With a longing without voice, and with a sorrow more than tears. Like a bark upon that Ocean, All my soul was tempest-tossed For he has just One whom he begs to follow and still pursues. There my fast and vigil keeping, I had struggled day and night He seeks interview with Spirits, by fasting and prayer.
Through the darkness rose a vision, At last a Spirit is made manifest. Then a sudden sharp convulsion Seized me with resistless might, Till before that fierce compulsion His soul departs from its body. He encounters strange scenes, but is cognizant of all things around him by a new faculty— Absolute Knowledge.
And there came amazement o’er me In that infinite career, For the scenes that rushed before me, Long removed, but long remembered, brought me memories old and dear, Bearing sweet familiar faces from that far terrestrial sphere. For the spell of Earth had bound me, And each quickly gliding scene But the spell of Earth is around him:.
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Cooling rill and sparkling fountain, Purple peak, and headland bold, Precipice and snow-clad mountain; He sees nothing but earthly scenes:. Endless wastes of wildernesses Where no creature might abide, Which deep solitude possesses; And the giant palm tree waving; and the Ocean rolling wide, Gemmed with many a foam-set island glancing from the golden tide.
By such wondrous scenes surrounded, O’er them all mine eyes I ran, All bewildered and confounded; Yet I sought amid that wonder all its mystery to scan, Till amid the forms of Nature I beheld the face of Man.
I beheld fair cities gleaming White on many a distant shore, And the battle banners streaming, And the pomp of mighty armies in the panoply of War, And the navies of the nations speeding all the Ocean o’er. But these human form and faces Older still and older grew, Representations of earthly things ever going farther back into the past.
Olden populations swarming In an onward rushing tide, All past history seems to live before him. Then there came unpeopled spaces Which no human token bore, And the pathway of the races Lessened slowly and diminished on the plain and on the shore, Till at last amid the Vision came the form of Man no more.
And bereaved of man and lonely Nature showed her aspect fair, And the brute creation only Peopled all her wilds and woodlands; lurked the tiger in his lair; Coiled the serpent; sprang the lion; sped the bird athwart the air. Myriad scenes in swift succession Still with earnest gaze I viewed; But in rapid retrogression Nature faded;—forms of beauty followed fast by figures rude, Ending in the dismal prospect of a world-wide solitude.
But my soul the vast procession He is cognizant of everything instantaneously. Then my Heavenly Guide addressing— For a wondrous power had birth And has power of communicating or interchanging ideas. Where amid the realms of space? Distant from the Earth, or near it?
Then a mighty woe came o’er me, A mighty Woe comes over him.
BEHIND THE VEIL.
Then a new desire came o’er me He feels a desire to traverse the material universe. Then with mystical vibrations The murmur of universal Life. Golden gleams on fields of azure, Worlds on worlds arose in Space, Numbers more than thought or measure; There each Sun careering onward held its planets in their place; Flashed the meteor; flared the comet; speeding on its headlong race.
Systems evermore increasing, Still succeeding, rose anew, He is borne on through countless systems of worlds. Over space illimitable Still with speed of thought I passed, Over voids immeasurable, Still new Systems thronged before us;—still new Suns their radiance cast; Forward;—backward;—upward;—downward;—rose Creation wide and vast.
On in one long straight progression Still we sped along the skies, Still there came in swift succession Vaster forms, in vaster groups, with mightier accessories;— Grander worlds in larger numbers still arose before mine eyes. But that rapid onset ending Rose a barrier at last, He reaches a vast barrier. Then in swift examination Far along its face we went, But it was as though Creation Here in one stupendous object all remaining forms had blent, And my Spirit’s feeble vision faltered at the vast extent.
Is not this Infinitude? Know that all behind, before thee, All beyond of which I tell thee, when in one grand unit wrought, Sink to nothingness compared to other worlds beyond thy thought.
Then he breathed new courage through me, And my suffering was gone, He falters; but is sustained by his Guide. He grieves; and then his Will leads him to seek the Living Beings of the Universe. Life eternal,—Life all-glowing, Burst to light before my gaze,— Spirit forms in splendor flowing, Thronging myriads rose around me speeding on their starry ways, And the sun-bright hosts of glory flamed in radiant arrays.
All the light of life eternal Rose before my vision there, All the gloom of grief infernal, Endless forms of joy and sorrow; good and evil; foul and fair;— Souls of blessedness and glory; souls of anguish and despair. And like thoughts came onward darting Soaring soul; despairing ghost;— He views the orders of Being: Souls there were of low gradation, Thronging forth before me then, Souls so lowly in creation, That they hardly were apparent to my spiritual ken, Like the lowest earthborn species which elude the eyes of men.
Souls whose kindred form and feeling With my own might well agree, Sympathetic power revealing, With capacities that placed them on an even plane with me, With desires and hopes resembling what my own desires might be. Souls of nature more capacious Moved amid the others here, With an air benign and gracious, Whose serene, impressive presence I might lovingly revere, Childlike wait upon their utterance, and their words of wisdom hear.
Souls of nature all transcendent Unto whom all these were nought, Robed in majesty resplendent, Into whose sublime communion I might nevermore be brought, With ideas beyond conception, and desires surpassing thought. And I was moved, as moves some friendless Stranger in some city cast, Where, in countless throngs and endless, All the multitudinous hosts of people hurry swiftly past, And he moves along unnoticed ‘mid that concourse wide and vast.
And I stopped, as stops some trembling Youth who first his eloquence tries, When the multitude assembling Rank on rank, a sea of faces, o’er his faltering senses rise, And he stands to dumbness stricken by the spell of steadfast eyes.
And I mourned, as mourns some straying Child on public pathway thrown, Who, all passers-by surveying, Through his tears, beholds no visage which unto his sight is known,— So I mourned, in that vast concourse, feeling desolate and lone: Till, all other forms unheeding, A Wondrous One comes upon his spiritual houlden. Then, in solemn bheind, I beheld this wondrous One Moving in his exaltation, Soaring in his lofty nature all surrounding forms beyond, As a sage with lisping children passing all comparison.
Knowest thou, then, this form resplendent? This who comes across my vision, robed in majesty and might, Is not this the Lord of Glory? Then a mortal weakness filled me, The infinite gradations of Being appall him.
He again falters, but is restored by his Guide. All his Desire now turns to the One whom he has lost. Over him comes all the recollection of the Past. He recalls the life and death of that nameless one whom he seeks.
Behind the Veil, by James De Mille
Speaking oft in that communion Voiceless words by touch or glance, With such sympathetic union That each soul could read the other in the eloquent countenance, And the thought of each burst forth to simultaneous utterance. Nature took the cup of pleasure, And a thousand charms distilled In illimitable measure,— Nature held that cup before us with unnumbered goulddn filled, And we quaffed that cup of rapture till our blended being thrilled.
With one common heart adoring, With one common soul in prayer, And in thought sublimely soaring Through the Universe, while Fancy framed our future dwelling there, And in rapture sought communion with the All-Perfect and All-Fair. But, gouldej larger love and patience, She attained a loftier height, And with grander aspirations She outsped my feebler strivings, entering into purer light, Joined in a divine communion with Intelligences bright. Then I saw her slowly languish, Slowly from my aching eyes, And I stood in all my anguish Through the long month of that summer, watching under leaden skies, While the darkened face of Nature seemed with me to sympathize: For the surf gulden thunderous motion Beat with melancholy roar, And a heavy mist from Ocean, Drear and dark, for ever rolling, swept along the sombre shore, And those thick clouds never lessened till the night, when all was o’er,—.
Till that hour, bwhind crushed and riven That sorrow once destroyed his reason. And the Vei, with its surges Sounded out a monotone,— Sounding melancholy dirges, Which the wailing winds repeated through the cliffs’ deep caverns blown, And the voice of Wind and Ocean murmured Death, and Death alone.
Then I thought, with stern persistence, It were better far to die Than prolong a wrecked existence With a yearning deep and sleepless, and a grief without a cry, With the longing and the craving of a voiceless agony. So I chose to live; and found me A remote and lonely shore, With the wilderness around me, Crying—”Love, through life I seek thee, and, when earthly life is o’er, I will seek thee till I find thee, though I seek for evermore—”.
Then I lived apart and lonely, He sought and found gouldfn with the Spirits. And the pitying souls descended, When I sought their circles bright, And revealed their presence splendid, Till my soul became accustomed to their forms of glorious light, Till the Invisible was unfolded to my spiritual sight.
I beheld a radiant Spirit In sublime seclusion go, He finds her in Glory. With no thought or contemplation Of so poor a thing bshind I, But she is beyond goupden reach. For that high-aspiring nature Found a fair, congenial clime, Where her spiritual stature Had advanced in swift progression, and attained that height sublime, Though our separation measured but a thd of earthly time.
Like twin children dedicated, One to toil, and one to thought,— Each through life with equals mated, At the close of life-long labor if together they are brought, By the Sage and by the Peasant no communion may be sought. So her grandeur placed before me An insuperable bar, For I saw her rising o’er me Inaccessible in glory; she appeared remote and far, As to some poor earthborn mortal glows the radiant Morning Star.
But I sought her, and I prayed her, Moving o’er her presence there, He cannot make himself known. So I strove to stop and stay her, And with vehement sorrow torn— Shaped all thought to one strong prayer— Beyind all that thought before her, by a passionate force upborne; But ’twas all as though some night-bird strove to stay the march of Morn. Then my spirit sank despairing In a nameless agony; ‘Twas for this, all terrors daring, I had forced the earthly barriers, with no end but to descry How exalted was her station, and how mean a creature I!
For my soul from Earth departing Keener sensitiveness bore,— And I found a grief upstarting Deeper than the deepest anguish that I e’er had known before, Seeing how the Loved and Lost One thus was lost for evermore.
Stronger grew my grief and fuller, And I cried—”Why came I here! Better far to bear the duller, And the feebler, and the coarser sorrows of that earthly sphere, Than to feel these pangs of anguish which my spirit cannot bear—”. Dreading in that desolation Grief and Despair overwhelm him utterly.
As some fear-bewildered stranger, Scaling some great precipice, Shrinking from the sight of danger, Reeling o’er the marge of ruin, will his trembling foothold miss,— So I reeled, and seemed descending to a fathomless abyss.
But a potent force restrained me, Overmastering all my will, His Guide sustains him. Till a soothing influence stealing O’er, my spirit veill rose, And a soft and gentle feeling Penetrated all my being, bringing a serene repose, Bringing gouulden and respite from veol torment of my woes. Then a sad and homesick longing All my mournful soul possessed, He longs to go back to Earth. So the traveller, fever-stricken, Who in foreign lands may roam, When the powers of nature sicken, Casts his eyes, with wistful gazing, ever o’er the Ocean’s foam, And the one thought ever present is the yearning thought of home.
But that Will again restraining, His Guide restrains his Will and retains his spirit for a time. Joy arises, but the highest joy is union with the Infinite.