The Pageantry Of Eternity

I am appalled before the hastening hosts
Remote ages pour before me, as a
Quickened wine, into the cup of Eternity!
And I feel myself slipping, to fall as a
Perfect drop from the lips of the urn of existence-
To become a part of that common wine,
Retaining in my substance
The culling of the vineyard of my day.
Thereby announcing myself, I shall fall
With no fear. in the actuality of the day,
And in the mean incidents of its offices,
Is heaven disclosed!
He who weighs his task hath held
The footcloth of heaven within his finger's grasp!