Paul Laurence Dunbar - Slow Through The DarkPaul Laurence Dunbar - Slow Through The Dark
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Slow moves the pageant of a climbing race;
Their footsteps drag far, far below the height,
And, unprevailing by their utmost might,
Seem faltering downward from each hard won place.
No strange, swift-sprung exception we; we trace
A devious way thro` dim, uncertain light,--
Our hope, through the long vistaed years, a sight
Of that our Captain`s soul sees face to face.
Who, faithless, faltering that the road is steep,
Now raiseth up his drear insistent cry?
Who stoppeth here to spend a while in sleep
Or curseth that the storm obscures the sky?
Heed not the darkness round you, dull and deep;
The clouds grow thickest when the summit`s nigh.
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