Foiled by our fellow men, depressed, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, Patience! in another life, we say, The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne! And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world's poor, routed leavings; or will they, Who failed under the heat of this life's day. Support the fervors of the heavenly morn? No, no! the energy of life may be Kept on after the grave, but not begun; And he who flagged not in the earthly strife, From strength to strength advancing - only he, His soul well-knit, and all his battles won, Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL OF THE MANNER OF ADDRESSING CLOUDS by WALLACE STEVENS PSALM 49 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ADDRESSED TO A BEECH TREE ... by CHRISTIAN CARSTAIRS EFFIE'S REASONS by PHOEBE CARY |