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George Willis Cooke, comp.  The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology.  1903.
The Future
By Edward Rowland Sill (1841–1887)
WHAT may we take into the vast Forever?
        That marble door
Admits no fruit of all our long endeavor,
        No fame-wreathed crown we wore,
        No garnered lore.        5
What can we bear beyond the unknown portal?
        No gold, no gains
Of all our toiling: in the life immortal
        No hoarded wealth remains,
        No gilds, nor stains.        10
Naked from out that far abyss behind us
        We entered here:
No word came with our coming, to remind us
        What wondrous world was near,
        No hope, no fear.        15
Into the silent, starless Night before us,
        Naked we glide:
No hand has mapped the constellations o’er us,
        No comrade at our side,
        No chart, no guide.        20
Yet fearless toward that midnight, black and hollow,
        Our footsteps fare:
The beckoning of a Father’s hand we follow—
        His love alone is there,
        No curse, no care.        25

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