  Not of one day or age alone, In unfeared Future far away,— But here, and now, the Great White Throne:— To-day, to-day, the Judgment-Day! On every heart, O God, impress This truth,—for all souls given,— That heaven does not make holiness, But holiness makes heaven. Thy rightful dower Earth cannot give; Far other, thou, than sun and sod;— The soul of man can only live By living in the life of God. The creed of a contracted heart, The code of a self-serving will, Ne’er matched thy nature’s nobler part, Nor could thy being’s end fulfill. Peace is not here; in vain thy quest;— Thou art not brother to the clod; The heart of man can only rest By resting on the heart of God.
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