The pilgrim sought the garden of delight And wandered through doubt's desert lands and night, Until, heartsore and broken by the quest, He moaned the cynic's creed of earthly blight. Then spake the Voice: "Be satisfied and rest; Then will the long-sought goal be manifest— Joy blooms not in the vale or on the height Until contentment blossoms in the breast." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR VICTOR RAFOLSKI ON ART by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |