And thus the mind by its own impulse deep, As lightning instantly enlighteneth, May cleave the shades of sin, the shapes of death That pace it round all day and never sleep, That watch the wall all night and pace it round-- Yet not its own. In man's extremity God lends the light we use, the strength we keep. So let us use that light, that we may be Oh, not perhaps with others thronged and crowned But at the last in white arrayment found,-- So daily use it, that the mystery Of life we touch: in cloud and wind and tree, In human faces that about us dwell, And the deep soul that knoweth heaven and hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG MY HEART IS HEAVY by SARA TEASDALE THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE |