Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Breathless We Strive

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Poems, Volume I by Florence Earle Coates
Breathless We Strive

BREATHLESS WE STRIVE

BREATHLESS we strive, contending for success,
 According to the standards of our day.
 What is success? Is it to find a way
Wealth out of all proportion to possess?
Is it to care for simple pleasures less
 (While grasping at a more extended sway),
 And sacrificing to our gods of clay,
Submerge the soul, at last, in worldliness?

By Grasmere stands a cottage small and poor:
 The Dove was once its emblem, and the sign
That marked it as a wayside inn obscure;
But, frugal, dwelt high consecration here,
 And gratitude still guards it as a shrine,
Hallowed by that success which time but makes more dear!