THE steps of fate are dark and terrible; And not here may we trace them to the goal. If I could doubt the heaven in which I hope, The doubt would vanish, gazing upon life, And seeing what it needs of peace and rest. Life is but like a journey during night. We toil through gloomy paths of the unknown; Heavy the footsteps are with pitfalls round; And few and faint the stars that guide our way: But, at the last, comes morning; glorious Shines forth the light of day, and so will shine The heaven which is our future and our home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA FISHERMAN IN SONGKHLA by KAREN SWENSON GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON |