PEACE OF THE GOAL

From the soul of a man who was homeless
    Came the deathless song of home;
And the praises of rest are chanted best
    By those who are forced to roam.

In a time of fast and hunger
    We can talk over feasts divine;
But the banquet done, why, where is the one
    Who can tell you the taste of the wine?

We think of the mountain's grandeur
    As we walk in the heat afar---
But when we sit in the shadows of it
    We think how at rest we are.

With the voice of the craving passions
    We can picture a love to come.
But the heart once filled, lo! the voice is stilled.
    And we stand in the silence---dumb.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.


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