Stout marches lead to certain ends, We seek no Holy Grail, my friends''" That dawn should find us every day Some fraction farther on our way. The dumb lands sleep from east to west, They stretch and turn and take their rest. The cock has crown in the steading-yard, But priest and people slumber hard. We two are early forth, and hear The nations snoring far and near. So peacefully their rest they take, It seems we are the first awake! ''"Strong heart! this is no royal way, A thousand cross-roads seek the day; And, hid from us, to left and right, A thousand seekers seek the light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET'S FANCIES: 8. THE MODERN POET; A SONG OF DERIVATIONS by ALICE MEYNELL THE JOURNEY ONWARDS by THOMAS MOORE LITTLE GIFFEN by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR HOME THOUGHTS FROM EUROPE by HENRY VAN DYKE THE MORAL FABLES: THE LION AND THE MOUSE by AESOP TO SAN FRANCISCO by S. J. ALEXANDER |