SMALL knowledge have we that by knowledge met May not some day be quaint as any told In almagest or chronicle of old, Whereat we smile because we are as yet The last--though not the last who may forget What cleavings and abrasions manifold Have marked an armor that was never scrolled Before for human glory and regret. With infinite unseen enemies in the way We have encountered the intangible, To vanquish where our fathers, who fought well, Scarce had assumed endurance for a day; Yet we shall have our darkness, even as they, And there shall be another tale to tell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP by EMMA HART WILLARD THE OLD CUMBERLAND BEGGAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE WINGLESS VICTORY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL AT KENMORE, TAYMOUTH by ROBERT BURNS |