Life

Let me but live my life from year to year,
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with a whole
And happy heart, that pays its toll
To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.

So let the way wind up the hill or down,
O'er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy:
Still seeking what I sought when but a boy,
New friendship, high adventure, and a crown,
My heart will keep the courage of the quest,
And hope the road's last turn will be the best.

by Henry Van Dyke

Comments (7)

If I say that I have understood this poem, honestly saying, I would be telling a lie. But thanks anyway to Susan Williams, for her comment, which helped me to guess what this poem is about.
Bradstreet certainly knew English history, a country she considered to be the mother of her new homeland in America. and was very concerned that the bitter strife between Protestants and Catholics that caused such deep division and destruction in England might travel over to her new home.
if i only knew english
a beautiful poem.. from a great poetess. tony
Of course the poem is lengthy but beautiful and meaningful.
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