LAUNCHED upon ether float the worlds secure. Naught hath the truthful Maker to conceal. No trestle-work of adamant or steel Is that high firmament where these endure. Patient, majestic, round their cynosure In secular procession see them wheel; Self-poised, but not self-centred, for they feel In each tense fibre one all-conquering lure. And need I fret me, Father, for that Thou Dost will the weightiest verities to swing On viewless orbits? Nay, henceforth I cleave More firmly to the Credo; and my vow With readier footstep to thine altar bring, As one who counts it freedom to believe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |