Classic Poem

And if in one swift flash I understand,
Mother, the heart of thee,
Thou too mayest know more fully me
Than when we walked here, hand in hand.

Thou now dost see more fully—is it so?—
That I was seeking God, through darkling ways;
That I was compassed round by fiend and foe
And fought 'mid gloom and haze.

Is death's hand, after all, the only hand
That leads two spirits towards one haven at last?
Is death even as the watcher at the mast
Whose voice rings through the silence, crying “Land!”