Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TREADMILL, by HARRY ELMORE HURD


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TREADMILL, by                    
First Line: The treadmill turns - the fruiting season swings
Last Line: And death the prelude to life just begun.
Subject(s): Future Life; Treadmills; Retribution; Eternity; After Life


The treadmill turns -- the fruiting season swings
To starry winter, then to April bloom.
Refreshed by sleep, the healthy toiler sings
Creation's song: the clatter of time's loom
Is music to his ears: the whir of wheels
Delights his heart for they are serving him
With unfatiguing strength. Joyous, man feels
The universe surge through his pulse and limb --
His arc is circumscribed, yet broad enough
To oscillate between the earth and stars.
A lesser god, man moulds life's primal stuff
To his desire: when he goes down, his scars
Become insignia of battles won
And death the prelude to life just begun.





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