From out eternal silence do we come, Into eternal silence do we go; For was there not a time, and swift or slow Must come again, when all this world's loud hum Was naught to us, and shall again grow dumb Through all eternity?--Between two low, Dark, stony portals, with much empty show Of tinkling bra** and sounding fife and drum, The endless Caravan of Life moves on; Or whence or whither, to what destiny, But He who dwells beyond the farthest dawn Knows, yet reveals not, evermore even He In silence wrapt, for all the thunders roll, Save for His d**hless message to our soul!