Life has overtaken me and here I am; I fled before it as with courser's speed. My fancy pictured all that Life could give, I counted not that it brings only meed. Questing ever questing first, the while my goal Eluded me and rather seemed a doom. My youth sought beauty and I ranged at will, For every vagrant wayside bore a bloom. Plodding only plodding next, through life toward death, Yet Life pursued along that mystic road. I prayed for surcease for I had not learned That duty was my guerdon, not by load. Life has overtaken me and here I am; A mystic ebb and flow has borne me on; Soft breezes wafted and dark tempests tossed. A dead calm smote me, yet the port is won. Life has overtaken me and here I am; I shunned and fled but it pursued. My fancy blindly led a weary way, But Life has followed and I find it good. |