Poem by Richard Henry Stoddard

The Flight of the Arrow

THE LIFE of man
  Is an arrow’s flight,
Out of darkness
  Into light,
And out of light        
  Into darkness again;
Perhaps to pleasure,
  Perhaps to pain!

  There must be Something,
  Above, or below;        
Somewhere unseen
  A mighty Bow,
A Hand that tires not,
  A sleepless Eye
That sees the arrows        
  Fly, and fly;
One who knows
  Why we live—and die.

1. The Witch’s Whelp
2. The Sledge at the Gate
3. Uncertain Sounds
4. Twilight on Sumter
5. Lincoln's Birthday

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