If you missed the earlier installments, which provided some background information regarding Margery Clute's poetry, you can read about her here.
The Lofty Muse
This life is not a Vale of Tears
As many people think;
The rain that falls upon the ground
Falls that the plants may drink.
Soon blow away the clouds that blot
The sunlight from the bower –
Then we are grateful, one and all,
To see the blooming flower!
Yet when Death’s shadow falls across
Our path, where can we turn?
‘Tis true, we face a certain end
Beneath a mossy urn,
And yet, take heart – all is not lost!
Live for the day, I deem.
Enjoy the insignificant part
You play in Life’s great scheme!
And ne’er forget the lofty Muse
That inward bends the ear
Unto the wordless Song of Life
That knows no earthly fear!
5 years ago