THE poet, seer, philosopher, or friend Keeps watch o'er nature's guerdon, princely fair, Some hope of things to come, eternal life. One puts it in the present's vernal bloom, And robs the loom of time of its reward. Another seeks it in some distant clime, Where heaven's chalice pours the wine of joy Into the lap of fate. For you and me It is the thrill of knowledge and of love, That lumes the path of life, and binds therewith Far off events beyond the gates of death. |