Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By BarrettEastman1605 Joy Enough
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Shall all at last descend,
Who now press forward gallantly
Unrecking of the end.
Nor when his time shall come
To yield his soul and take his share
With all those gone and dumb.
Waiting to grasp our hands,
And lead us glorified within,
Over the shining sands;
While heaven and earth sun,
Swaying silent with sightless eye
There in the sluggish tide.
Beneath the splendid sun,
We hold to the appointed way,
Doing what must be done.
The waves beneath us bent?
The winds about us blowing free?
Above—the firmament?