(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Our Journey Had Advanced;

Our journey had advanced;
Our feet were almost come
To that odd fork in Being's road,
Eternity by term.

Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet reluctant led.
Before were cities, but between,
The forest of the dead.

Retreat was out of hope,--
Behind, a sealed route,
Eternity's white flag before,
And God at every gate.

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...........a deep and thoughtful write with incredible imagery ★
This is a great poem