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 Henry Lawson

Comments (17)

The poem is a song of joy and free living felt in the aftermath of the gloom and despair vanished, dispelled letting hope and optimism prevail in. Let the darker side of the past be dark. My dear girl, the world is a good place to dwell in if you want to take it further. Try to explore you better prospects rather than thinking negatively. What there in negativity, strife? Let us breathe in a free air. The worst is gone.Now you have nothing to fear. Thank God, the nightmare is gone!
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The glorious thrill... Thanks for sharing. Sylva
...........truly we must believe there is more goodness in the world than bad....after all truth and goodness triumphs every time....
Beautiful poem full of love and Hope. We must believe in goodness. See joy and beauty in world otherwise we will be the victim of our own despair and sadness.
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