OTHERS there have been of the great Ones dead Who still met Fortune with uplifted head, Still to the blackest morn, Returning scorn for scorn; Others there were from whom no sorest fate Could wring one cry of misery or hate, Faring, with set lips prest, Silent, towards their rest; But thou, as dauntless, as unvanquished, thou, With equal mind, and with unclouded brow, Spared'st not to welcome still The morrow, good or ill; And hastening forward with unslackened pace Still to the Unknown turned a cheery face, Then, at the end of strife, Thanked Life for life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAST MAN by THOMAS CAMPBELL NO MASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES NOVEMB. 5. 1644 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LAST MAN: LIFE A GLASS WINDOW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |