Sagas of Vaster Britain: Poems of the Race, the Empire and the Divinity of Man

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

LIFE-SPENT


 

OUT of the strife of conflict,
    Out of the nightmare wild,
Thou bringest me, spent and broken,
    Like the life of a little child.

Like the spume of a far-spent wave,

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    Or a wreck cast up from the sea,
Out from the pride of being
    My soul returns to Thee.

Thou, who only art Master,
    Lord of the weak and the strong,

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Who makest the kings of earth’s struggles
    As the far refrain of a song.

And Thou teachest me all is as nothing
    Save to follow the fate love willed,
And dree life’s weird to the final port,

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    Where the tumult of being is stilled:

Where the woe that wrecked me is vanished,
    And the pride that stayed me is gone:
And only the feeling of eventime,
    When the toil of the world is done :—

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O, Master of being and slumber,
    When the pageant and pæan have passed,
Take me where Thy great silence
    Is vaster than all that is vast.