assurances


  I NEED no assurances--I am a man who is preoccupied, of his own Soul;
  I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside the hands and
  face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not
  cognizant of--calm and actual faces;
  I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world are latent in
  any iota of the world;
  I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes are limitless--
  in vain I try to think how limitless;
  I do not doubt that the orbs, and the systems of orbs, play their
  swift sports through the air on purpose--and that I shall one
  day be eligible to do as much as they, and more than they;
  I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on, millions of
  years;
  I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have
  their exteriors--and that the eye-sight has another eye-sight,
  and the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice;
  I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of young men are
  provided for--and that the deaths of young women, and the
  deaths of little children, are provided for;
  (Did you think Life was so well provided for--and Death, the purport
  of all Life, is not well provided for?)
  I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of
  them--no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has
  gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points; 10
  I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen, any where, at any
  time, is provided for, in the inherences of things;
  I do not think Life provides for all, and for Time and Space--but I
  believe Heavenly Death provides for all.

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