As mountain peaks that tower above the plain, With solitude their only diadem; Or oaks made strong in blinding storms and rain, That ivy may the better cling to them; As rivers flowing seaward never lag In quest of goal, with swiftly rushing might; Or eagles resting on the mountain crag While waiting, anxious for the morning light— So the intrepid ones of earth—apart, Unfriended, blaze our paths and write our creeds. Oh, God of Lonely Ones, fling wide your heart And grant sufficiency to meet their needs! Sustain—forgiving where they may have erred— The Pioneers, who run not with the herd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 2. REJECTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD by RUDYARD KIPLING THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 6. THE WANDERING ONE MAKES MUSIC by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS SPRING MORNING by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: DEDICATION TO EDWARD, LORD ZOUCH by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |