Poems (Kennedy)/Manumission
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MANUMISSION
TODAY we are bound in the shambles Nor dream of a swift transition,Yet tomorrow may bring to us, toiling, The hour of manumission.
Today we are stranded in shallows, Cast up in a ruck of the lea,But tomorrow, with lift of the flood-tide, We may sail the limitless sea.
Today we grope low in the valley 'Mid silence and darkness forlorn;Tomorrow, high up on the hill top, We'll sing the clear hymn of the dawn.
And no man may shun the disaster, And no man may speed his release;For today is but life and its heartache, Tomorrow, God's infinite peace.