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NEPENTHE
Ah, it is well for men to strain
And strive and yearn to rise;
The soul's salvation is in pain,
In toil and sacrifice.
And strive and yearn to rise;
The soul's salvation is in pain,
In toil and sacrifice.
The grandest souls that rose above,
Thought's noblest heights to tread,
Found consolation in their love,
And life behind the dead.
Thought's noblest heights to tread,
Found consolation in their love,
And life behind the dead.
A living glory in the tomb,
Whose night shall end in light;
An intense splendor veiled with gloom,
Too blinding for earth's sight.
Whose night shall end in light;
An intense splendor veiled with gloom,
Too blinding for earth's sight.
Nepenthe of this struggling world,
Whose knowledge comforts care,
And in the heart, where it is curled,
Conquers the snake, despair.
Whose knowledge comforts care,
And in the heart, where it is curled,
Conquers the snake, despair.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |