YOU have been far, and I <br />Been farther yet, <br />Since last, in foul or fair <br />An impecunious pair, <br />Below this northern sky <br />Of ours, we met. <br /> <br />Now winter night shall see <br />Again us two, <br />While howls the tempest higher, <br />Sit warmly by the fire <br />And dream and plan, as we <br />Were wont to do. <br /> <br />And, hand in hand, at large <br />Our thoughts shall walk <br />While storm and gusty rain, <br />Again and yet again, <br />Shall drive their noisy charge <br />Across the talk. <br /> <br />The pleasant future still <br />Shall smile to me, <br />And hope with wooing hands <br />Wave on to fairy lands <br />All over dale and hill <br />And earth and sea. <br /> <br />And you who doubt the sky <br />And fear the sun - <br />You - Christian with the pack - <br />You shall not wander back <br />For I am Hopeful - I <br />Will cheer you on. <br /> <br />Come - where the great have trod, <br />The great shall lead - <br />Come, elbow through the press, <br />Pluck Fortune by the dress - <br />By God, we must - by God, <br />We shall succeed.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-marcus/
