|This, that my hand must never touch;
This, that my eyes must never see;
This, that my heart has craved so much;
This, that was never meant for me;
I will not say, that the world may hear:
"I have not longed for it, no, not I!"
I will say: "Though lovely and fair and dear,
It is mine to conquer and put it by."
Now, mine the sacrifice, mine the pain
And the bitterness till the struggle cease.
Then, mine the glory and mine the gain,
And mine the triumph, and mine the peace.
O hand, be steady! O heart, be strong!
'Tis not for this we shall faint and die!
Though tempted sorely and tempted long,
It is ours to conquer and put it by.
"But what of thy dearest ?" saith One to me,
(In the Time-To-Be, when the years are done)
"The earth-thing, dearly beloved of thee, ___
Thy heart's one treasure ___ or hath it one ?"
O white the lips that have kissed the rod,
But strong the heart that shall make reply:
"I am what I am, by the grace of God,
And the strength that conquered, and put it by."
The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)