Joseph Seamon Cotter

(1861 - 1919)

I Would Not Tarry If I Could Be Gone - Poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter

I would not tarry if I could be gone
Adown the path where calls my eager mind.
That fate which knows naught but to grip and bind
Holds me within its grasp, a helpless pawn,
And checks my steps when I would travel on.
Forever shall my body lag behind,
And in this Valley with the Moaning Wind
Must I abide with never a glimpse of dawn?

Though bends my body toward the yawning sod,
I can endure the pain, the sorrows rife,
That hold me fast beneath their chastening rod,
If from this turmoil and this endless strife,
Comes there a light to lead Man nearer God,
And guide his footsteps toward the Larger Life.


Comments about I Would Not Tarry If I Could Be Gone by Joseph Seamon Cotter

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: travel, fate, pain, wind, light, god, life, sorrow



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Hata Bildir]