Classic Poem

First-found beliefs remain. I cannot free
My thought from looking on Eternity
As highway for the unresting soul of Man,
For though there be no everlasting life in me,
No end I see to what the idea of God began.

Innocent conceptions change. No more I find
Notioned Eternity in telescopes
Exploring timeless time. Yet, in my mind,
It dwells as when for childhood fatherly designed
To be enduring home for heart-envisioned hopes.

I see myself, one body on that invisible road;
Brief bird on air, blind burrowing mole, dumb fish in stream
I trust Eternity as being's elect abode,
Where the idea of God pervades our daunted dream.