FORTH from ages thick in mystery, Through the morn and noon of history, To the moment where I stand As my line wound; I the last one -- Outcome of each spectral past one Of that file, so many-manned! Nothing in its time-trail marred it: As one long life I regard it Throughout all the years till now, When it fain -- the close seen coming -- After annals past all plumbing -- Makes to Being its parting bow. Unlike Jahveh's ancient nation, Little in their line's cessation Moderns see for surge of sighs: They have been schooled by lengthier vision, View Life's lottery with misprision, And its dice that fling no prize! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL WRITTEN IN KEATS' 'ENDYMION' by THOMAS HOOD THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 10. AL-JABBAR by EDWIN ARNOLD ON THE DEATH OF JAZZ by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES VINE DE PUY by LEVI BISHOP CONCERNING I AND NON-I by JOHN STUART BLACKIE TO ROBERT BURNS; AN EPISTLE ON INSTINCT by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |