30.07.2007, 10:16
Browning
He saw the world from many points of view--
The clouds, the strife, the beauty and the light,
But life to him was mainly but a fight
Where men gain strength from all that they subdue.
And he was brave enough to see it through,
With no misgivings for the coming night,
Like one who views earth's shadows from a height,
Lost in a light beneficent and true.
For while he saw the wreck and ruin there,
The flower of youth cut down, the fields forlorn,
He looked beyond with faith and courage rare,
To see apparent failure rise new born,
Full sure the night would give earth's clouds and care
The glory and the freshness of the morn.
He saw the world from many points of view--
The clouds, the strife, the beauty and the light,
But life to him was mainly but a fight
Where men gain strength from all that they subdue.
And he was brave enough to see it through,
With no misgivings for the coming night,
Like one who views earth's shadows from a height,
Lost in a light beneficent and true.
For while he saw the wreck and ruin there,
The flower of youth cut down, the fields forlorn,
He looked beyond with faith and courage rare,
To see apparent failure rise new born,
Full sure the night would give earth's clouds and care
The glory and the freshness of the morn.