Foiled by our fellow men, depressed, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, Patience! in another life, we say, The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne! And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world's poor, routed leavings; or will they, Who failed under the heat of this life's day. Support the fervors of the heavenly morn? No, no! the energy of life may be Kept on after the grave, but not begun; And he who flagged not in the earthly strife, From strength to strength advancing - only he, His soul well-knit, and all his battles won, Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON GOLD HAIR; A STORY OF PORNIC by ROBERT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. FROM CAVERNS DARK by EDWARD CARPENTER ILLUSION by ETHELYN HARDESTY CLEAVER |