SINCE all that is was ever bound to be; Since grim, eternal laws our Being bind; And both the riddle and the answer find, And both the carnage and the calm decree; Since plain within the Book of Destiny Is written all the journey of mankind Inexorably to the end; since blind And mortal puppets playing parts are we: Then let's have faith; good cometh out of ill; The power that shaped the strife shall end the strife; Then let's bow down before the Unknown Will; Fight on, believing all is well with life; Seeing within the worst of War's red rage The gleam, the glory of the Golden Age. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA-BIRDS by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN LOVE'S SECRET, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: 'EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE' by RUDYARD KIPLING ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH by JOHN MILTON TO THE RIGHT HON! WILLIAM EARL OF DARTMOUTH by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BLIND ASTRONOMER by THOMAS ASA |