Poems (Holley)/At Last

by Marietta Holley

AT LAST.

What though upon a wintry sea our life bark sails,
What though we tremble 'neath its cruel gales,
       Its icy blast;
We see a happy port lie far before,
We see its shining waves, its sunny shore,
Where we shall wander, and forget the troubled past,
       At last.

No storms approach that quiet shore, no night
Falls on its silver streams, and valleys bright,
       And gardens vast;
Within that pleasant land of perfect peace
Our toil-worn feet shall stay, our wanderings cease;
There shall we, resting, all forget the past,
       At last.

The sorrows we have hid in silent weariness,
As birds above a wounded, bleeding breast,
       Their bright plumes cast;
The griefs like mourners in a dark array,
That haunt our footsteps here, will flee away.
And leave us to forget the sorrowful past,
       At last.

Voices we loved sound from those far-off lands,
And thrill our hearts; life's golden sands
       Are dropping fast;
Soon shall we meet by the river of peace, and say,
As the night flees before the eye of day,
So faded from our eyes the mournful past,
       At last.