Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
VI. Human ExperienceThe Ladder of Saint Augustine
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (18071882)S
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
Beneath our feet each deed of shame!
That with the hour begin and end,
Our pleasures and our discontents,
Are rounds by which we may ascend.
That makes another’s virtues less;
The revel of the ruddy wine,
And all occasions of excess;
The strife for triumph more than truth;
The hardening of the heart, that brings
Irreverence for the dreams of youth;
That have their root in thoughts of ill;
Whatever hinders or impedes
The action of the nobler will:—
Beneath our feet, if we would gain
In the bright fields of fair renown
The right of eminent domain.
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.
That wedge-like cleave the desert airs,
When nearer seen, and better known,
Are but gigantic flights of stairs.
Their solid bastions to the skies,
Are crossed by pathways, that appear
As we to higher levels rise.
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
With shoulders bent and downcast eyes,
We may discern—unseen before—
A path to higher destinies.
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
To something nobler we attain.