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Poem by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

First Series. 6. Not sometimes, but to him that heeds the whole

Not sometimes, but to him that heeds the whole
And in the Ample reads his personal page,
Laboring to reconcile, content, assuage
The vexed condition of his heritage,
Forever waits an angel at the goal.
And ills seem but as food for spirits sage,
And grief becomes a dark apparelage,
The weed and wearing of the sacred soul.
Might I but count, but here, one watchlight spark!
But vain, O vain this turning for the light,
Vain as a groping hand to rend the dark--
I call, entangled in the night, a night
Of wind and voices, but the gusty roll
Is vague, nor comes their cheer of pilotage.

Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

Frederick Goddard Tuckerman's other poems:
  1. First Series. 5. And so the day drops by, the horizon draws
  2. First Series. 13. As one who walks and weeps by alien brine
  3. First Series. 26. For Nature daily through her grand design
  4. First Series. 27. So to the mind long brooding but on it
  5. Third Series. 4. Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed

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