I HAVE wasted my strength and my life, And friends have left, and my heart has died; I have no longer even the pride Which gave me fame in a worthless strife. Yet of old, long since, I thought to tread In the noble pathway of truth and right; But when I saw where their footsteps led, I swerved unequal to the sight. Now I see too late they must prevail, And all who quit them can only fail Of all that's noble, great, and wise. God calls me, and I have nought to say; Not a plea on which one hope to stay, Save that some tears have dimmed my eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 33 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE UNDERSTANDING by NIXON WATERMAN SPRING SONG by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF HOMUNCULUS IN PENUMBRA by GORDON BOTTOMLEY POSSESSION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON REMARKS ON DR. AKENSIDE'S AND MR. WHITEHEAD'S VERSES by JOHN BYROM |