That boundless, soundless, tideless sea,
Of mysteries the mystery,
What is eternity to me?
Infinite bliss or misery,
Woe past, woe present, woe to be;
The fulness of felicity;
These are eternity to me.
Two voices from eternity!
A voice from heaven comes down to me,
A voice from hell breaks dolefully,
“Life, death, O man! are offered thee.”
The abyss is moved; even wrath cries “Flee,”
The height expands, and love cries “See
What God hath here prepared for thee;
Choose thou thine own eternity!”