The dream of life, the mystery of death, The hope of heaven and the fear of hell, Lose all their terrors with the failing breath— God must do right, and, therefore, all is well. Thus far I've come, not knowing whence or why, Through stormy years the upward path I've trod; At last I know that, while I cannot die, The path of sorrow is the way to God. The love that sacrifices all is mine; This life is but the childhood of my soul; I brought from other spheres a spark divine; I know a part and yet will know the whole. Conscience within unlocks the book of fate; Eternal Must subdues the mortal Will. This is the secret! Standing at the gate Of death I learn it. Peace, O soul, be still! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: EHEU FUGACES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM MORITURI SALUTAMUS [WE WHO ARE TO DIE SALUTE YOU] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BARD'S EXCUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WINTER TREE by WALTER R. ADAMS TIME'S REVENGE by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS PRAYER AFTER YOUTH by MAXWELL ANDERSON TO ROBERT CALVERLEY TREVELYAN & ELIZABETH TREVELYAN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |