FROM child to youth; from youth to arduous man; From lethargy to fever of the heart; From faithful life to dream-dowered days apart; From trust to doubt; from doubt to brink of ban;-- Thus much of change in one swift cycle ran Till now. Alas, the soul!--how soon must she Accept her primal immortality,-- The flesh resume its dust whence it began? O Lord of work and peace! O Lord of life! O Lord, the awful Lord of will! though late, Even yet renew this soul with duteous breath: That when the peace is garnered in from strife, The work retrieved, the will regenerate, This soul may see thy face, O Lord of death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR SPRING, BY SANDRO BOTTICELLI by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN by WALT WHITMAN STANZAS ON THE CONVERSION OF THE JEWS by BERNARD BARTON TO ENGLISH CONNOISSEURS by WILLIAM BLAKE CAPTIVE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE GERTRUDE OF WYOMING; OR, THE PENNSYLVANIAN COTTAGE: 1 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |