THEY all shall pass: the radiant days Song-threaded, flashing quick with light, And those that, veiled in gloomful haze, Creep on, slow-pulsing, to the night. Upon its outward wave, the last Will float us to the tranquil sea, Where, all the storms forever past, Shall peace in tidal fulness be. There no harassing care shall fret, Nor ever vague foreboding chill, Shall fall no shadow of regret; Shall jar no dissonance of ill,— Beyond the tumult, fierce and rude, Of earthly loss and earthly gain, Beyond the soul's disquietude, Beyond the body's mortal pain. In all our loneliness we wait, In all our weariness we hope; The harbor of the Golden Gate Before our longing eyes shall ope. With broken mast and shivered spar, We drift adown the darkling sea, But shines before us like a star, O God, our home, our peace in Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY A BURIAL-PLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM DAWN MAGIC by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN JOURNEY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SPARROWS SELF-DOMESTICATED IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE by VINCENT BOURNE |