American poetry -- 19th century; Spiritualism -- Poetry
Each organ of the brain has its own magnetic circle, touching the one
upon another like the mechanism of a watch, and all governed by the
main-spring, which is the internal consciousness of man, the central
power of his being. This order in the change from the mortal to the
immortal is not lost, but finds a more harmonious surrounding. Thus,
when the spirit has ascended, with its increased power, with its
superior opportunities for observation and investigation of all the
truths of the universe, it learns this most important truth,--that not
in _one_ direction, but in _all_, the spirit shall find its most free
and perfect development.
Thus having become familiar with the conditions of the higher life, the
one of whom we speak realized that it was not in the poetic element of
his being alone that he was to find inspiration, not in smooth flowing
numbers or cunning arrangements of human speech, but in the grand
harmony of the living whole--the perfect accord of his entire being. It
was necessary, in passing forth from the flesh, that he should learn
this simple lesson. He has endeavored by all the powers of his nature to
make its application; and he has succeeded. This night he gives his
“Farewell to Earth.” Not that he is to be divided forever in his
interest from Humanity, but, no longer incited by restlessness or
ambition, to express in rhythmic numbers the fiery thought within, no
longer drawn by the sordid interests of this earthly life, he can gaze
down upon this lower world and influence the minds of men, and still be
above them. He can still minister, as an Everlasting Truth and living
power, to the needs of Humanity; but as Poe, the individual, he is
willing to be forgotten. His personality, as far as human recognition is
concerned, can end here. He cares not that “this poor, paltry _me_
should be spun out into Infinity.” He says: “Let my soul speak, which
is the Divine Power. I have realized in myself the mysteries of
Godliness, and know now that I too am Divine. I have merged and lost my
will in the Great Will of the universe. I know now what heaven is; it is
beauty, perfection, harmony. I would live forever in that celestial air,
and draw in the vitalizing influences of truth. I do not desire to go
down to the lowly homes of earth, nor to mingle with men in their
contentions and selfish interests. I know that there is a Power guarding
and guiding all things, and I can trust those whom I have loved, or
those for whom I have cared, in that Almighty Hand. Whatever mysterious
manifestation of wisdom on the part of Divine Providence comes to
Humanity, I can say now, ‘It is well! Let the will of that Power be
done!’ I have then no work to perform for you. I have only to carry with
me through the vast Eternity an open nature, that I may receive truths,
and, in passing onward, transmit them to those who are to follow after
me.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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