Move Along.
Move along, brother!
The way may be long,
But yonder's the sunshine
And here is the song.
Move along, brother!
The rain-bow is red;
The clouds with the shadows
And darkness have fled.
Move along, brother!
The turn of the lane!
Here's laughing for weeping
And pleasure for pain!
The Sage.
Removed from pygmy ways afar,
He feels the heft of sun and star,—
He traces winding paths that go
Beyond the ways that dullards know,
And sails swift thoughts across the seas
Of God's unsailed immensities.
His vision sees the First and Last
To present smallness welded fast,
And he beholds with prophet eye
The brotherhood of earth and sky,
And, when Time's voyage wild is o'er
The lights upon the farther shore!