There are who tread the grooves of time With clumsy steps and slow, Whose filmed eyes behold no crime, Whose ears are deaf to woe, Whose feet are plodding to the rhyme: "It always has been so." And those there are whose pulses thrill With high adventurous life, A-leap to master any ill, A-thirst for noble strife, Their thoughts alert with trenchant skill, Their speech a cutting knife. They ever know a better morn, And hail a happier day; For them the times are newly born, The year is always May; Through cheers or hisses, palm or thorn, They keep a sturdy way. Thus brother-hearted, hand and glove, Right merrily they go; For they are swift in what they love, And strong in what they know; Their faith is aye in God above, Their trust in men below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D.G.C. TO J.A by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE SCARE-FIRE by ROBERT HERRICK TOM DEADLIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE ANGLER'S WISH by IZAAK WALTON |