Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LIFE'S FINEST THINGS, by BANGS BURGESS


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LIFE'S FINEST THINGS, by                    
First Line: Life's finest things, the things that last
Last Line: Are only grappled by the soul.
Subject(s): Religion; Theology


Life's finest things, the things that last,
Are ours, but never fettered fast.

The exodus of birds and fowls when blasts begin to blow,
The fuzzy Spring buds peeping forth, at passing of the snow;
Prolific Summer's teeming life, the omtone of the bee,
Resplendent Autumn's full-toned leaves ablaze on every tree;
The sorcery of Winter's moon, frost's leafage on the pane,
The solemn forest's awful hush, the rhythm of the rain;
A timid breeze that wakes a lake, the ocean's troubled breast,
A storm-scourged mountain rearing high its chaste unbending crest;
Recall the tender words of love or long forgotten lays,
The bonfire's spicy fragrant smoke on Indian-summer days.
The flaming death robes of the day, the marvel of its birth,
The frozen green in the fissures that split the glacier's girth.
The glint of gorgeous green-blue eyes in peacock's spread of tail,
A sense of God's omnipotence when thunder rends the vale,
Proud dreams and schemes of vibrant youth which surely must come true,
That brave exalted purpose of the child that once was you;
The nursing back a loved one from the verge of voiceless dust,
The greatest boon to human kind, the great, great gift of trust.

Life's finest things, the things that last,
Are ours, but never fettered fast.
The finest things writ on the scroll
Are only grappled by the soul.





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