Answer me, burning stars of night, <br />Where is the spirit gone, <br />That past the reach of human sight, <br />As a swift breeze hath flown? <br />And the stars answer'd me: 'We roll <br />In light and power on high; <br />But of the never-dying soul <br />Ask that which cannot die.' <br /> <br />O many-toned and chainless wind, <br />Thou art a wanderer free; <br />Tell me if thou its place canst find, <br />Far over mount and sea? <br />And the wind murmur'd in reply: <br />'The blue deep I have cross'd, <br />And met its barks and billows high, <br />But not what thou hast lost.' <br /> <br />Ye clouds that gorgeously repose <br />Around the setting sun, <br />Answer - Have ye a home for those <br />Whose earthly race is run? <br />The bright clouds answer'd: 'We depart, <br />We vanish from the sky; <br />Ask what is deathless in thy heart <br />For that which cannot die.' <br /> <br />Speak, then, thou voice of God within, <br />Thou of the deep low tone; <br />Answer me, through life's restless din - <br />Where is the spirit flown? <br />And the voice answer'd: 'Be thou still; <br />Enough to know is given; <br />Clouds, winds, and stars <br />their <br />part fulfil; <br /> <br />Thine <br />is to trust in Heaven.'<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-home-of-the-spirit/
