XXII

I have trod the upward and the downward slope;

I have endured and done in days before;

I have longed for all, and bid farewell to hope;

And I have lived and loved, and closed the door.

He hears with gladdened heart the thunder

Peal, and loves the falling dew;

He knows the earth above and under —

Sits and is content to view.

He sits beside the dying ember,

God for hope and man for friend,

Content to see, glad to remember,

Expectant of the certain end.