FROM some dim height of being, undescried, Shall I look back and trace the weary way By which my feet are journeying to-day, -- The toilsome path that climbs the mountain-side Or leads into the valley, sun-denied, Where, through the darkness, hapless wanderers stray, Unblessed, uncheered, ungladdened by a ray Of certitude their errant steps to guide? Shall I look back, and see the great things small; The toilsome path, God's training for my feet, The pains that never had been worth my tears? Will some great light of rapture, bathing all, Make by-gone woe seem joy; past bitter, sweet? Shall I look back and wonder at my fears? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF HELL by JOHN DAVIDSON THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE by EMILY DICKINSON COLUMBIAN ODE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AFTER AUGHRIM by ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES |