Why such repining?
Life's but the portal
Of the immortal.
All our divining,
Sorrow and trouble,
Laughing and weeping,
Waking and sleeping,
Burst not the bubble.
Life's but the portal
Of the immortal.
Love, truly given,
Perfectly blended,
Can it be ended?
Higher than heaven
The wisdom that thought it;
Majestic, supernal,
And endless, eternal,
The power that wrought it.
God is a spirit,
And love is the portal
That opes to immortal;
Who lives may inherit.
Why such repining?
Sorrows are pleasures,
And losses are treasures,
Restoring, refining,
This life is a fetter,
We wear it a season,
With folly or reason,
For worse or for better;
But soon at the portal,
To chide or to cherish,
We falter and perish,
Or blossom immortal.
Title artwork ('The Green Man Series') by Kara-Jane Senior
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