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From, The Conflict of Convictions by Herman Melville |
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The Ancient
of Days forever is young,
Forever the scheme of
Nature thrives;
I know a wind in purpose strong -
It spins against the way it drives.
What if the gulfs
their slimed foundations bare?
So deep must the
stones he hurled
Whereon the throes of ages rear
The final empire and the happier world.
Power
unanointed may come -
Dominion (unsought by the
free)
And the Iron Dome,
Stronger for stress and
strain,
Fling her huge shadow athwart the main;
But the Founders' dream shall flee.
Age after age has
been,
(From man's changeless heart their way they
win);
And death be busy with all who strive -
Death, with silent negative.
Yea and Nay -
Each
hath his say;
But God He keeps the middle way.
None was by
When He spread the sky;
Wisdom is vain
and prophecy.
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