John Bowring

1792-1872 / England

His Mortal Shall Put On Immortality

When shall mortal man be crowned,
Crowned with immortality?
Shadows here our path surround;
Nothing is reality.
Mists and darkness cover us-
When shall they disperse?
Waves and storms roll over us-
O'er the universe.
Scenes like these shall pass away,
Brighter scenes succeeding them;
Angels bring a cloudless day,
Joy and promise leading them.
Then shall heaven's reality
All its glories shed-
Then shall immortality
Gather round our head.
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