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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HUMAN PLAN, by CHARLES HENRY CRANDALL First Line: Child, weary of thy baubles of today Last Line: But, after all, what may be heaven indeed? | |||
CHILD, weary of thy baubles of to-day -- Child with the golden or the silver hair -- Say, how wouldst thou have built creation's stair, Hadst thou been free to have thy puny way? Could thy intelligence have shot the ray That lit the universe of upper air? Wouldst thou have bid the surging stars to dare Their glorious flight and never stop nor stay? Yet, casting on this life thy weak disdain, Thou triest to guess thy lot in loftier places, To draw the heaven of our human need; A door of rest, a flash of wings, a strain Of 'trancing music, and the long-lost faces! But, after all, what may be Heaven indeed? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CALL OF THE STREAM by CHARLES HENRY CRANDALL THE CINDER PATH by CHARLES HENRY CRANDALL WITH LILACS by CHARLES HENRY CRANDALL WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST PALINGENESIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FULFILLMENT by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON |
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