THE HIGHER KINSHIP - Stephen C. Foster Poems


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Life is too grim with anxious, eating care
     To cherish what is best. Our souls are scarred
     By daily agonies, and our conscience marred
By petty tyrannies that waste and wear.
Why is this human fate so hard to bear?
     Could we but live with hill-lakes silver-starred,
     Or where the eternal silence leaneth toward
The awful front of nature, waste and bare:

Then might we, brothers to the lofty thought
     And inward self-communion of her dream,
Into that closer kin with love be brought,
Where mighty hills and woods and waters, wan,
Moon-paved at midnight or godlike at dawn,
     Hold all earth's aspirations in their gleam.