A daily poem #170– March 22, 2010

A poem
by Henry Lawson

After All

The brooding ghosts of Australian night
have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours
is a good world after all.

The light of passion in dreamy eyes,
and a page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold
of the spirit I thought was dead,
A song that goes to a comrade’s heart,
and a tear of pride let fall —
And my soul is strong!
and the world to me is a grand world after all!

Let our enemies go by their old dull tracks,
and theirs be the fault or shame
(The man is bitter against the world
who has only himself to blame);
Let the darkest side of the past be dark,
and only the good recall;
For I must believe that the world, my dear,
is a kind world after all.

It well may be that I saw too plain,
and it may be I was blind;
But I’ll keep my face to the dawning light,
though the devil may stand behind!
Though the devil may stand behind my back,
I’ll not see his shadow fall,
But read the signs in the morning stars
of a good world after all.

Rest, for your eyes are weary, girl –
you have driven the worst away –
The ghost of the man that I might have been
is gone from my heart to-day;
We’ll live for life and the best it brings
till our twilight shadows fall;
My heart grows brave, and the world, my girl,
is a good world after all.

~ by Chris Hibbard on March 22, 2010.

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