ONE step more, and the race is ended; One word more, and the lesson's done; One toil more, and a long rest follows At set of sun. Who would fail, for one step withholden? Who would fail, for one word unsaid? Who would fail, for a pause too early? Sound sleep the dead. One step more, and the goal receives us; One word more, and life's task is done; One toil more, and the Cross is carried And sets the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER HIS OWNE EPITAPH by FRANCOIS VILLON PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 45 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |