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