IN the world chaos, Force and its reign, Might against right, Threaten the spirit With a lost faith, And its clear light With the dark shadows, Veiling its power. Death is its mask Hiding its life, But the soul's hope, Challenging fate, Baffling its doubts, Looks to the stars For a clear path To the white throne; Begging the dead That they come back, And in their love Give us a pledge Of a new life. Heaven must yield Something to prayer, Would it reveal What a man hopes. All the great field, Darkened by ages Having no light, Opens its gates Now to the seer. Here the new land, Waiting for wisdom And for brave men: Bold is the task, Glorious the prize, And the heroic Win it from God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVULET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE SHOOTING OF DAN MCGREW by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER A STREET SKETCH by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY PSALM 142 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE TWO POETS OF CROISIC by ROBERT BROWNING |