Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come, Heaven lies about us in our infancy! He beholds the light, and whence it flows, The Youth who farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. XII. THE NATURE OF THE FUTURE Life a. THE MEDIEVAL SUPERNAL CONCEPTION-THE CITY b. THE MODERN CONCEPTION 1. There Is Future Life, but We Do Not Know What It Is 2. We Are Builders of the City now XII. THE NATURE OF THE FUTURE LIFE a. THE MEDIEVAL CONCEPTION-THE CITY SUPERNAL JERUSALEM, MY HAPPY HOME ANONYMOUS (From the Latin.) Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green; There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers Quite through the streets with silver sound Upon whose banks on every side The wood of life doth grow. The saints are crowned with glory great, They triumph still, they still rejoice; For there they live in such delight, Such pleasure and such play, There Magdalene hath left her moan, With blessed saints, whose harmony JERUSALEM, THE GOLDEN BERNARD OF CLUNY Jerusalem the Golden, With milk and honey blest, Sink heart and voice opprest; What social joys are there, What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare. They stand, those walls of Zion, And bright with many an angel, The Prince is ever in them The daylight is serene; Are decked in glorious sheen. There is the throne of David; And there from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast; And they, who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white. |