OMYSTERY of life, That, after all our strife, Defeats, mistakes, Just as, at last, we see The road to victory, The tired heart breaks. Just as the long years give Knowledge of how to live, Life's end draws near; As if, that gift being ours, God needed our new powers In worlds elsewhere. There, if the soul whose wings Were won in suffering, springs To life anew, Justice would have some room For hope beyond the tomb, And mercy, too. And since, without this dream No light, no faintest gleam Answers our "why"; But earth and all its race Must pass and leave no trace On that blind sky; Shall reason close that door On all we struggled for, Seal the soul's doom; Make of this universe One wild unanswering curse, One lampless tomb? Mine be the dream, the creed That leaves for God, indeed, For God, and man, One open door whereby To prove His world no lie And crown His plan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHILOSOPHER by EMILY JANE BRONTE A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING by JOHN DONNE CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS (1) by ROBERT HERRICK ON THE SLAIN AT CHICKAMAUGA by HERMAN MELVILLE LINES WITH A WEDDING PRESENT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BROADCAST by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE WHITE WATCH (OPUS JUVENIS) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |