Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest, And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?' We have found safety with all things undying, The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth, The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying, And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth. We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing. We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever. War knows no power. Safe shall be my going, Secretly armed against all death's endeavour; Safe though all safety's lost; safe where men fall; And if these poor limbs die, safest of all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LESSER EPISTLES: TO BERNARD LINTOTT by JOHN GAY LEARNING TO READ by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER OPPORTUNITY by JOHN JAMES INGALLS AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCAEUS by WILLIAM JONES A LONDON PLANE-TREE by AMY LEVY THE HAPPY LIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS BORDER BALLAD [OR MARCH, OR SONG], FR. THE MONASTERY by WALTER SCOTT |