If we could see a beckoning gleam ahead -- On this strange, winding road that we call life -- Revealing heights that we might climb -- instead Of groping here and there through places rife With danger . . . fighting every day for standing room, And staking all we have on circumstance; Oh, then, what splendor unreleased might loom On paths which often seem controlled by chance. And yet -- no seed can choose where it will grow, And where sweet perfume of the rose shall greet The traveler, the rose cannot foreknow, -- But nature never yet has met defeat. Our steps, perhaps, are firmer in the dark -- Our eyes grow keener searching for a spark? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE GRASS by SARAH ROBERTS BOYLE MOUNTAIN FROLIC by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS DECORATION DAY PRAYER by ARTHUR ROSZELLE BEMIS JR. THE FOREST PINE by LAURENCE BINYON TO A LADY FOR A NOSEGAY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE CRICKET IN THE PATH by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE LITTLE PEOPLE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. O JOY DIVINE OF FRIENDS by EDWARD CARPENTER |