OH weary, sorrowful soul of man, Forever struggling at the gate! Thou know'st not that a prison holds thee; The bars are welded time and fate. An angel waits without to free thee, To ope the gate and break the chain; Thou wilt not bid the angel enter, But striv'st to free thyself in vain. The angel's name is sweet Contentment, She bids thee give the struggle o'er; But reach her hand within the darkness, And time and fate shall bind no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM |