WHEN Finis comes, the Book we close, And somewhat sadly, Fancy goes, With backward step, from stage to stage Of that accomplished pilgrimage... The thorn lies thicker than the rose! There is so much that no one knows, -- So much un-reached that none suppose; What flaws! what faults! -- on every page, When Finis comes. Still, -- they must pass! The swift Tide flows. Though not for all the laurel grows, Perchance, in this be-slandered age, The worker, mainly, wins his wage; -- And Time will sweep both friends and foes When FINIS comes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WEST COUNTRY by ALICE CARY OF A BAD SINGER; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE POSY RING by CLEMENT MAROT THE DEATH OF ADONIS by THEOCRITUS THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET by SAMUEL WOODWORTH THE WORLD'S WAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |