THERE is more in earth and heaven Than we've ever dared to dream, Knowledge yet has not been given, — We have only caught its gleam; All the race's strife and sorrow Has but dimly lit the way Toward the goal of God's to-morrow, To the shining perfect day. Truth about us like an ocean Waits for brave Balboa's eyes, Force that keeps the stars in motion Longs to leap in enterprise; Strange frail magi here have hovered On the earth through time untold, Waiting but to be discovered And turn common things to gold. Virtue sighs of some Aladdin Who will bring her stores to light; Justice, God's most radiant maiden, Prays for men to give her sight; Art, the century-sleeping beauty, Dreams of days when she will wake, And the trodden goddess Duty Of the battles for her sake. Not of wondrous earth-things only Have we been too blind to see, Man's immortal soul is lonely For the truth which makes it free; Yet its own white-visioned story Waits the prophet and the dream, God has given it a glory But we scarce have caught the gleam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORMERLY A SLAVE' (AN IDEALIZED PORTRAIT, BY E. VEDDER) by HERMAN MELVILLE A MOTHER'S LOVE by JAMES MONTGOMERY MEMORIAL TABLET (GREAT WAR, 1918) by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE MERMAID by ALFRED TENNYSON JENNY WI' THE AIRN TEETH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |