| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1078. After Death |
| | | By Charles Francis Richardson |
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| WHEN I forth fare beyond this narrow earth, | |
| With all its metes and bounds of now and here, | |
| And brooding clouds of ignorance and fear | |
| That overhung me on my day of birth, | |
| Wherethrough the jocund sun’s perennial mirth | 5 |
| Has shone more inly bright each coming year | |
| With some new glory of that outer sphere | |
| Where length and breadth and height are little worth, | |
| Then shall I find that even here below | |
| We guessed the secret of eternity, | 10 |
| And learned in years the yearless mystery; | |
| For in our earliest world we came to know | |
| The master-lesson and the riddle’s key: | |
| Unending love unending growth shall be. | |
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