Poems (Jordan)/Futurity
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FUTURITY
Are we left in Time's mists to grope;—To make a path where there is none?I'st true that we are led by HopeOr urged by ghastly Dread, alone?And, as we backward turn our gaze,See but one bulk of density;Feel but the clammy touch of DeathWho us pursues? Nor see we traceOf any former trodden path;Or any future halting place,—Is there no Guide for you and me?
Are all our tracks, at once erased,As we thus onward wend our way;Or ever yet our feet are placedUpon another hidden day?Is there naught on this earth to proveThat there is One who walks beside,With Whom to hold communion;Whose feet, before, this way have triedAnd unto yonder Heaven, won—Is there no certainty of Love?
Aye, to the tomb and far beyondFaith may a blood-marked pathway see!Faith never calls without respondInto that dim futurity!For to her ears a loving VoiceCries out: "I am the living Way!"She hears despite all Earthly noise,And, following, finds endless Day!