My heart is pregnant with a great despair With much beholding of my people's care, 'Mid blinded prejudice and nurtured wrong, Exhaling wantonly the days along: I mark Faith's fragile craft of cheering light Tossing imperiled on the sea of night, And then, enanguished, comes my heart's low cry, "God, God! I crave to learn the reason why!" Again, in spirit loftily I soar With wingèd vision through earth's outer door, In such an hour, it is mine to see, In frowning fortune smiling destiny! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEE TO THE REAR [MAY 12, 1864] by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON SONNET: EUTERPE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MOUNT PIERUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ZOHEYR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |