Poem by Henry Van Dyke

Life

LET me but live my life from year to year,
    With forward face and unreluctant soul; 
    Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal; 
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear
    From what the future veils; but with a whole 
    And happy heart, that pays its toll 
To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.

So let the way wind up the hill or down,
    O'er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy: 
    Still seeking what I sought when but a boy, 
New friendship, high adventure, and a crown,
    My heart will keep the courage of the quest, 
    And hope the road's last turn will be the best.

1. War-Music
2. A Scrap of Paper
3. The Empty Quatrain
4. The Wind of Sorrow
5. Jeanne d’Arc

Abram Ryan Life ("A baby played with the surplice sleeve")

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