Epilogue

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Title:     Epilogue
Author: John Collings Squire [More Titles by Squire]

Than farthest stars more distant,
A mile more,
A mile more,
A voice cries on insistent:
"You may smile more if you will;

"You may sing too and spring too;
But numb at last
And dumb at last,
Whatever port you cling to,
You must come at last to a hill.

"And never a man you'll find there
To take your hand
And shake your hand;
But when you go behind there
You must make your hand a sword

"To fence with a foeman swarthy,
And swink there
Nor shrink there,
Though cowardly and worthy
Must drink there one reward."

[The end]
John Collings Squire's poem: Epilogue

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