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Arthur Henry Adams - The Goal.Arthur Henry Adams - The Goal.
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ON the grey levels of the plain of life When, slowly swirled, The moving hills of morning mist Hedged in the world While yet undared the path of toil and strife, I found a friend Whose faith I pictured would persist Until the end. Then peered the stooping sun across the plain The world he kissed; In sudden glory shimmering Flamed all the mist! The sullen Darkness carried off his slain, And straight away, Like a forefinger beckoning, The white road lay. Her hand in mine, upon the path we pressed; Together shared The flowers we plucked to find them pain; And forward fared Till we stood radiant on the mountain crest; And still ahead, Dipping to pleasant depths of plain, The white road led. But when I urged her onward to the end Her heart peered out Upon the road`s unswerving leap In dizzy doubt. "Nay, we have reached the highest, why descend?" Her lips demurred And with us, gazing at the steep, There stood a third. Her eyes clasped his in an embrace of love. Said they: "No more; Here on the crest is our abode, Our journey o`er; The goal for you!" So, leaving them above, I went alone And still the arrow of the road Sped on, straight on! But darker and more desolate the way, Until I turned Lo, in the halo of the sun The lovers burned, High on the mountain-top! Ah, what if they, By passion kissed, The goal of life and love have won, And I have missed?
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