1 Life is too grim with anxious, eating care <br />2 To cherish what is best. Our souls are scarred <br />3 By daily agonies, and our conscience marred <br />4 By petty tyrannies that waste and wear. <br />5 Why is this human fate so hard to bear? <br />6 Could we but live with hill-lakes silver-starred, <br />7 Or where the eternal silence leaneth toward <br />8 The awful front of nature, waste and bare: <br /> <br />9 Then might we, brothers to the lofty thought <br />10 And inward self-communion of her dream, <br />11 Into that closer kin with love be brought, <br />12 Where mighty hills and woods and waters, wan, <br />13 Moon-paved at midnight or godlike at dawn, <br />14 Hold all earth's aspirations in their gleam.<br /><br />William Wilfred Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-higher-kinship/
