Yet some there be, believers for the nonce, Who God's commands unwelcomely obey. Lost in the path, they keep the heavenward way But trip at absolute heaven and drop at once In the red gulf: not so do thou essay To snatch the splendor and to see the thrones. Take patience, hope, nor miserably mourn; If evil sneereth, yet abides the good. Even now, could we look where the white ones wait Nigh before God, and for a moment scan The angelic faces; even though we stood In audience of their voices, could we learn More than 'tis love that lifts us near their state, And the dear fellow aid of man to man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE ECSTASY by HAYDEN CARRUTH ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM |