Gently it lifts -- And a world of surprise; With a beautiful, great golden dawn, Greets our eyes. Dependent and helpless, In wonder we gaze; As the moon plays its part, In our babyhood days; But life has its purpose, And from the very start This great world expects us, To live well our part. Still higher it rises -- On the mysteries of life; Where snugly wrapped about its portals, Fair beauty lies as well as strife. With their comrades joy and sorrow, And laughter gay, 'mid blooming flow'rs; Where youth's dreams are won or shattered, While Time, the accountant, marks the hours; As little by little, without warning or fuss, Like the tides of the ocean, they are sure to leave us; And this curtain that lifted before our eyes like a rose, Is the same one which falls when in death they close. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANCIENT PROVERB by WILLIAM BLAKE PARADISE LOST: BOOK 1 by JOHN MILTON CHILDHOOD by JENS IMMANUEL BAGGESEN NIGHTFALL by FLORENCE ASHLEY BELLER FAUN by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI LI HUA'S MESSENGER by PETER BETHANIS |