The dream of life, the mystery of death, The hope of heaven and the fear of hell, Lose all their terrors with the failing breath— God must do right, and, therefore, all is well. Thus far I've come, not knowing whence or why, Through stormy years the upward path I've trod; At last I know that, while I cannot die, The path of sorrow is the way to God. The love that sacrifices all is mine; This life is but the childhood of my soul; I brought from other spheres a spark divine; I know a part and yet will know the whole. Conscience within unlocks the book of fate; Eternal Must subdues the mortal Will. This is the secret! Standing at the gate Of death I learn it. Peace, O soul, be still! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |