O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust A voice as unto him that hears, A cry above the conquer'd years To one that with us works, and trust, With faith that comes of self-control, The truths that never can be proved Until we close with all we loved, And all we flow from, soul in soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 5. THE INQUIRY by THOMAS HARDY THE SULTANA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NURSERY REMINISCENCES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THEN AND NOW by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON AT THE FARRAGUT STATUE by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) THE [LAZY] ROOF by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE DEUK'S DANG O'ER MY DADDIE by ROBERT BURNS |