What are we bound for? What’s the yield <br />Of all this energy and waste? <br />Why do we spend ourselves and build <br />With such an empty haste? <br /> <br />Wherefore the bravery we boast? <br />How can we spend one laughing breath <br />When at the end all things are lost <br />In ignorance and death? . . . <br /> <br />The stars have found a blazing course <br />In a vast curve that cuts through space; <br />Enough for us to feel that force <br />Swinging us through the days. <br /> <br />Enough that we have strength to sing <br />And fight and somehow scorn the grave; <br />That Life’s too bold and bright a thing <br />To question or to save.<br /><br />Louis Untermeyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faith-150/
