God's Rest.

I saw God in a dream go by, As if He trod the phantom air Within a hushed eternity, Dead worlds around Him everywhere. No sign of life — and God asleep! All things absorbed in Him at last; Nothing for Him to care for, keep, Since thought from everything had passed. A mystic vision on its way His image filled the awful gloom, As if His work were o'er for aye — Himself His own creation's tomb! As if, when sleep fell on Him, all Sensation with a tremor ceased, As all things felt the weird recall, And the gigantic strain released. The worlds stayed still without a breath, Entranced within the phantom air, Since God had done with life and death And ta'en Himself from everywhere. This was His Sabbath. In the past 'Tis said He rested for a day; But this was a sleep that would last, Since He had done with all for aye.