The Torch By ELISABETH R. FINLEY HE God of the Great Endeavour gave me a torch to bear. lifted it high above me in the dark and murky air And straightway with loud hosannas the crowd acclaimed its light I forgot 'twas the torch that drew them and fancied they followed me. But slowly my arm grew weary upholding the shining load And my tired feet went stumbling over the hilly road And I fell with the torch beneath me. In a moment the flame was out! Caught up the torch as it smouldered and lifted it high again [From the New England Magazine, Volume 34, March-August, 1906, page 347.] |