THROUGH the fathomless peace of the starlight, Through the feverish travail of mind, Through the love of the live heart within me, I search, -- and this ever I find: Totality, busy creating, Through being, the law that I see; A universe steadily working The work that shall render it free. When the patience of law universal Shall issue in mastery of law, -- When the freedom that grows of the "must be" Shall reign in its infinite awe. When virtue is lost in its issue, When sweetly hath blossomed the rod, The fruit of Totality's travail -- The ultimate rest -- shall be "GOD." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN IN EMERSON'S ESSAYS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THEN LAUGH by BERTHA ADAMS BACKUS PAMPINEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WHEN DEATH HAS LOST THE KEY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING TO THE HORSE BLACK EAGLE WHICH I RODE AT THE BATTLE ZAMORNA by EMILY JANE BRONTE |