Renascence: A Book of Verse — The Unknown Shore

II

Yet Thought in Art and Song awakes;

Still Hope doth speak, and Reason brings New light to men, and Wisdom takes Sweet comfort from most lowly things.

III

Have loveliness or glory fled?

Hath Love or Beauty passed away?

Is poesy or fancy dead, When light returns with every day?

IV

Sweet Hope and Beauty cannot die, Enshrined as one in heaven’s blue;

And still eternal as the sky Is good, and knowledge ever new.

V

And evermore rolls on the fight Of good and evil by the sea;

But on the waters falls a light From golden ages yet to be.

VI

Hear how they cry from every side, The voices from the deepening strife!

The fields are white, the world is wide;

Arise!

take heart!

take hope!

take Life!

[Illustration] [Illustration: THE·WEST·WIND]