Is it better never to strive, lest we never at-
Is it better to cling to the shore and leave un-
Life's wide, deep sea, for dread of its storm
and tide ?
Who ventures naught, he surely shall never
He naught shall finish, who never doth aught
The sun may shine and the heaven may shed
But only the sower may harvest his golden
To-morrow, we know, is dark with its misty
The light on the path to-day is but dim and
Blindly we grope our way__but 'tis better
What God hath hidden 'tis better we should
Nobler and braver is he who stakes his all,
And takes his loss or gain as the chances fall,
Than he who folds his hands and idly waits,
Till the shadows gather darkly about his
Shall we turn our head away from a sweet re-
Lest the pleasant song may turn to a dirge of
Shall we close our eyes to the ray in the mid-
Lest it prove a lure that leads to the door of a
Is it better never to love, lest love mistake ?
The passionate heart may quiver and ache
Yet give us the warm, rich wine, though well
That dregs as bitter as death may lie below.
We sigh for the joys that were coming, and
We sit in the dark and weep, with our hearts
We feel the crush and the grind of the silent
Feel the crush and the grind, while our lips
What, then! shall we spurn our life as a
broken thing ?
Shall we fling a curse in the face of Heaven's
Happy is he who keepeth his trust through
He may shrink and shiver, and falter, but
shall not fall.
__Ellen P. Allerton.
Annabel and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(New York: John B. Alden, Publisher. 1885)