The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
A Song of GrowthSir Charles George Douglas Roberts (18601943)
I
Is a thought upfurled:
Reached its full span
It will shake the world,—
And to one high thought
Is a whole race wrought.
The great work grows,
Nor with foolish voice,—
But in repose;
Not in the rush,
But in the hush!
Of the cloud-herd wind
The low clouds dash,
Blown headlong, blind;
But beyond, the great blue
Looks moveless through.
The scourge and the rod:
But in deep beyond deep
Is the stillness of God,—
At the fountains of Life
No cry, no strife!