EACH life has one grand day: the clouds may lie Along the hills, and storm-winds fiercely blow -- The great red sun shine like a thing of woe, And death's sad skeleton stalk grimly by. Yet none of these, no matter how they try, Can shroud the perfect triumph we shall know, Or dim the glory that some star will show Set far away in depths of purple sky. Sweet love may bring to us this day supreme, Or it may thrill our souls through art or song, Or meet us where red battle-surges foam; Hope's stranded wrecks the barren coasts may gleam, And weeks and months rush by, a sombre throng, But sometimes, somewhere, it will surely come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BATTLE BALLAD TO GENERAL J.E. JOHNSTON by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR GOD SAVE THE NATION! by THEODORE TILTON THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DRINKING SONG (3) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE JOB 3:3-26. JOB CURSETH THE DAY, AND SERVICES OF HIS BIRTH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |