They list for me the things I can not know: Whence came the world? What Hand flung out the light Of yonder stars? How could a God of right Ordain for earth an ebbless tide of woe? Their word is true; I would not scorn their doubt Who press their questions of the how and why. But this I know: that from the star-strewn sky There comes to me a peace that puts to rout All brooding thoughts of dread, abiding death; And too I know, with every fragrant dawn, That Life is Lord; that, with the Winter gone, There cometh Spring, a great reviving Breath. It is enough that life means this to me; What death shall mean, some sunny Morn shall see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROLOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. GARRICK AT ... THEATRE ROYALE, 1747 by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 10 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN THE DALLIANCE OF THE EAGLES by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 1. ALLAH by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 37. AL-HALI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE APOLOGY OF THE BISHOPS IN ANSWER TO BONNER'S GHOST by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |