SOMETIMES, when in disgust at petty men I lose all faith in man's divinity, I hear thy voice—as on a troubled sea The stars shine down, and we are calm again. For when we hear, out-topping human ken, Thy accents calm in matchless majesty, We know 'twas God in very surety Guided the strokes of that inspired pen. But greater yet the truth that we behold— Touched by the sweep of thy rich imagery, We see the meanest life turn purest gold: Highest and lowest one humanity. Toilers have need of what the poet sings No more than he their strength to spread his wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALKING MAN OF RODIN by CARL SANDBURG COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES MOUNTAIN LAUREL by ALFRED NOYES THE MORAL FABLES: THE LION AND THE MOUSE by AESOP EPITHALAMIUM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE BALLAD OF MY FRIEND by J. D. BEAZLEY |