Time rolleth on; and with our years Our sorrows grow and multiply, Our visions fade; With late remorse and withering fears, We look for light to days gone by; But all is shade. Our dear fond friends have long been gone, No moon is up in Heaven above; The chill winds blow. The dolorous night of age comes on; The current of our life and love Moves low, moves slow. Yet earth hath still a twofold dower; On desert sands the palm trees rise In greenest bloom; The dawn breaks at the darkest hour; Stars brightliest shine when midnight skies Are palled in gloom; The deep hath treasures unrevealed Of gold and gems and argosies, And gallant ships; The sword strikes hurtless on the shield; And from the once plague-laden breeze Health greets thy lips! Thou, therefore, man, shalt never droop, Shalt never doubt, shalt always trust The power of God; Thou art not Heaven's or nature's dupe! This fleshly hull shall rot in dust, A trodden clod. But wilt thou cower, tho' death draw nigh? The mouldering frame, the eternal soul, Which, say, is best; Thou canst not live unless thou die, Thou must march far to reach thy goal Of endless rest. Bear up! even tho' thou be, like me, Stretched on a couch of torturing pain This weary day; Tho' heaven and earth seem dark to thee, And thine eye glance around in vain For one hope-ray! Tho' overborne by wrong and ill, Tho' thou hast drained, even to the lees, Life's bitter cup. Tho' death and hell be round thee still. Place faith in God! He hears, He sees! Bear up! Bear up! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CONSERVATIVE by CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON GILMAN LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM S. PHILIP YE DEACON by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO THE OBELISK DURING THE GREAT FROST, 1881 by MATHILDE BLIND EPITAPH ON A HENPECKED SQUIRE by ROBERT BURNS THE FIRSTBORN by ARCHIBALD YOUNG CAMPBELL BROKEN RHYTHMS; IN A MEXICAN LABOR CAMP by AMANDA MATHEWS CHASE |