Fadeless

Stranger! new flowers in our vales are seen, With a dazzling eye, and a fadeless green,—

Palms of vict'ry thou shall bear, / And a crown of fadeless light / Will be given thee to wear, / And a robe of spotless white.

That look is the fadeless, ever infantile immortality within.

[…] And beyond the radiant walls of living stones / They dreamed vast meadows and hills of fadeless green.