 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
SPES EST VATES.
There is a saying of the ancient sages:
No noble human thought,
However buried in the dust of ages,
Can ever come to naught.
No noble human thought,
However buried in the dust of ages,
Can ever come to naught.
With kindred faith, that knows no base dejection,
Beyond the sages' scope
I see, afar, the final resurrection
Of every glorious hope.
Beyond the sages' scope
I see, afar, the final resurrection
Of every glorious hope.
I see, as parcel of a new creation,
The beatific hour
When every bud of lofty aspiration
Shall blossom into flower.
The beatific hour
When every bud of lofty aspiration
Shall blossom into flower.
We are not mocked; it was not in derision
God made our spirits free;
The poet's dreams are but the dim prevision
Of blessings that shall be,—
God made our spirits free;
The poet's dreams are but the dim prevision
Of blessings that shall be,—
When they who lovingly have hoped and trusted,
Despite some transient fears,
Shall see Life's jarring elements adjusted,
And rounded into spheres!
Despite some transient fears,
Shall see Life's jarring elements adjusted,
And rounded into spheres!
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