. . . Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!
Last verse of The Chambered Nautilus, the poem Rev. Gomes read at the opening of the new American wing of Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts in November. He has suffered a stroke and is now in rehab. My uncle, Harry V. Richardson, was a mentor of Peter’s when he was a young chaplain at Tuskeegee and later.