Retrospection

I look down the lengthening distance
    Far back to youth's valley of hope.
How strange seemed the ways of existence,
    How infinite life and its scope!

What dreams, what ambitions came thronging
    To people a world of my own!
How the heart in my bosom was longing,
    For pleasures and places unknown.

But the hill-tops of pleasure and beauty
    Were covered with mist at the dawn;
And only the rugged road Duty
    Shone clear, as my feet wandered on.

I loved not the path and its leading,
    I hated the rocks and the dust;
But a Voice from the Silence was pleading,
    It spoke but one syllable - "Trust."

I saw, as the morning grew older,
    The fair flowered hills of delight;
And the feet of my comrades grew bolder,
    They hurried away from my sight.

And when on the pathway I faltered,
    And when I rebelled at my fate,
The Voice with assurance unaltered,
    Again spoke one syllable - "Wait."

Along the hard highway I travelled
    And saw, with dim vision, how soon
The morning's gold locks were unravelled,
    By fingers of amorous noon.

A turn in the pathway of duty -
    I stood in the perfect day's prime,
Close, close to the hillside of beauty
    The Voice from the Silence said "Climb"

The road to the beautiful Regions
    Lies ever through Duty's hard way.
Oh ye who go searching in legions,
    Know this and be patient to-day.