O! What is a man?
What is he not?
A dream or a shadow!
Or reality in mortal clothes?
Is he mortal or immortal being?
But when there comes to man,
A gleam of splendour,
Or a voice from heaven,
Then opens out on him,
The meaning of his hidden mystry,
Light upon light of glory,
And blessed are his days.
Mykoul
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