Sonnet
I would not tarry if I could be gone Adown the path where calls my eager mind. That fate which knows naught but to grip and bindHolds me within its grasp, a helpless pawn,And checks my steps when I would travel on. Forever shall my body lag behind, And in this valley with the moaning windMust I abide with never a glimpse of dawn?
Though bends my body towards the yawning sod, I can endure the pain, the sorrows rife,That hold me fast beneath their chastening rod, If from this turmoil and this endless strife,Comes there a light to lead man nearer God, And guide his footsteps toward the Larger Life.
