OUR life is like a march, where some Fall early from the ranks, and die; And some, when times of conflict come, Go over to the enemy. And he who halts upon the way -- Wearied in spirit and in frame -- To call his roll of friends, will find How few make answer to their name! And those who share our youth and joy, Not always keep our love and trust, When days of awful anguish bow Our heads with sorrow to the dust. My friend! in such a fearful hour, When heart and spirit sank dismayed, From thee the words of comfort came -- From thee, the true and tender aid. Therefore, though many another friend With youth and youthful pleasure goes, Thou art of such as I would have Walk with me till life's solemn close. Yea, with me when earth's trials are done, -- If I be found, when these shall cease, Worthy to stand with those who wear White raiment on the hills of peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT ONE TO SPARE by ETHEL LYNN BEERS A CHURCHYARD SOLILOQUY by HENRY ALFORD STANZAS COMPOSED AT CARNAC by MATTHEW ARNOLD WEE WILLIE GRAY by ROBERT BURNS WAR NOTES: 1. 'EXTRAS' by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON I AM A DRUNKARD by WILL CHAMBERLAIN BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 2 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |