A Magnificent Inspiration from William Cullen Bryant
To A Waterfowl
Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side?
There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,-- The desert and illimitable air,-- Lone wandering, but not lost.
All day thy wings have fann'd At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere: Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
And soon that toil shall end, Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reed shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart.
He, who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
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Look to this day, For it is life, The very life of life. In its brief course lie all The realities and verities of existence, The bliss of growth, The splendor of action, The glory of power
For yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision, But today, well lived, Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day. Such is the salutation of the dawn.
(A Sanskrit Proverb)
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O Force-compelled, Fate-driven earth-born race, O petty adventurers in an infinite world And prisoners of a dwarf humanity, How long will you tread the circling tracks of mind Around your little self and petty things?
But not for a changeless littleness were you meant, Not for vain repetition were you built; Out of the Immortal's substance you were made; Your actions can be swift revealing steps, Your life a changeful mould for growing gods.
A Seer, a strong Creator, is within, The immaculate Grandeur broods upon your days, Almighty powers are shut in Nature's cells.
A greater destiny waits you in your front: This transient earthly being if he wills Can fit his acts to a transcendent scheme.
He who now stares at the world with ignorant eyes Hardly from the Inconscient's night aroused, That look at images and not at Truth, Can fill those orbs with an immortal's sight.
Yet shall the godhead grow within your hearts, You shall awake into the spirit's air And feel the breaking walls of mortal mind And hear the message which left life's heart dumb And look through Nature with sun-gazing lids And blow your conch-shells at the Eternal's gate.
Authors of earth's high change, to you it is given To cross the dangerous spaces of the soul And touch the mighty Mother stark awake And meet the Omnipotent in this house of flesh And make of life the million-bodied One.
The earth you tread is a border screened from heaven; The life you lead conceals the light you are.
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