O FRIENDS, we are drawing nearer home As day by day goes by; Nearer the fields of fadeless bloom, The joys that never die. Ye doubting souls, from doubt be free, -- Ye mourners, mourn no more, For every wave of death's dark sea Breaks on that blissful shore. God's ways are high above our ways, -- So shall we learn at length, And tune our lives to sing his praise With all our mind, might, strength. About our devious paths of ill He sets his stern decrees, And works the wonder of his will Through pains and promises. Strange are the mysteries He employs, Yet we his love will trust, Though it should blight our dearest joys, And bruise us into dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |