Archibald Lampman

Outlook

Not to be conquered by these headlong days,
   But to stand free: to keep the mind at brood
   On life’s deep meaning, nature’s altitude
 Of loveliness, and time’s mysterious ways;
 At every thought and deed to clear the haze
   Out of our eyes, considering only this,
   What man, what life, what love, what beauty is,
 This is to live, and win the final praise.
 Though strife, ill fortune, and harsh human need
   Beat down the soul, at moments blind and dumb
   With agony; yet, patience—there shall come
     Many great voices from life’s outer sea,
   Hours of strange triumph, and, when few men heed,
     Murmurs and glimpses of eternity.
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