NOT they who soar, but they who plod Their rugged way, unhelped, to God Are heroes; they who higher fare, And, flying, fan the upper air, Miss all the toil that hugs the sod. 'Tis they whose backs have felt the rod, Whose feet have pressed the path unshod, May smile upon defeated care, Not they who soar. High up there are no thorns to prod, Nor boulders lurking 'neath the clod To turn the keenness of the share, For flight is ever free and rare; But heroes they the soil who 've trod, Not they who soar! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOLD COAST CUSTOMS by EDITH SITWELL DOWN-HILL ON A BICYCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO OUR BLESSED LADY (1) by HENRY CONSTABLE UNDER THE WATERFALL by THOMAS HARDY IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A TRUE HYMN [HYMNE] by GEORGE HERBERT |