STRIVE; yet I do not promise The prize you dream of to-day Will not fade when you think to grasp it, And melt in your hand away; But another and holier treasure, You would now perchance disdain, Will come when your toil is over, And pay you for all your pain. Wait; yet I do not tell you The hour you long for now Will not come with its radiance vanished, And a shadow upon its brow; Yet far through the misty future, With a crown of starry light, An hour of joy you know not Is winging her silent flight. Pray; though the gift you ask for May never comfort your fears, May never repay your pleading, Yet pray, and with hopeful tears; An answer, not that you long for, But diviner, will come one day; Your eyes are too dim to see it, Yet strive, and wait, and pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT SEASIDE THOUGHTS by BERNARD BARTON THE FARMER'S SOLILOQUY by ROBERT CHARLES O'HARA BENJAMIN THE PASSER-BY by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |