23 February 2016

Beyond.


Beyond the years the answer lies,
Beyond where brood the grieving skies   
And Night drops tears.
Where Faith rod-chastened smiles to rise   
And doff its fears,
And carping Sorrow pines and dies—   
Beyond the years. 

II 
Beyond the years the prayer for rest
Shall beat no more within the breast;  
The darkness clears,
And Morn perched on the mountain’s crest   
Her form uprears—
The day that is to come is best,
Beyond the years. 

III 
Beyond the years the soul shall find
That endless peace for which it pined,   
For light appears,
And to the eyes that still were blind   
With blood and tears,
Their sight shall come all unconfined   
Beyond the years.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

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