Of thee should man despair, the journey trod
Upward, through unknown eons, stair on stair,
By this our race, with feet and slow,
Were but the pathway to a darker woe
Than yet was visioned by the heavy heart
Of prophet.
Upward, through unknown eons, stair on stair,
By this our race, with feet and slow,
Were but the pathway to a darker woe
Than yet was visioned by the heavy heart
Of prophet.
Warner - World's Best Literature - v11 - Fro to Gre
