Francis J. Lys, A Summer's Poems
“ Quenched are the beacon lights that brightly burned, Distant the guiding voices that were near; The frolic temper of the prime is turned To weariness, and faith is dimmed with fear: What if one battle against the beating waves, Who knows if he shall win the haven he craves? Where lies the haven, or if there be in sooth Some haven of peace for them that wrestle and fight— Who shall be bold to take his trust for truth, The gleams he follows for the world's one light, When to his fellows' eyes as naught they seem, Or but false phantoms of a fading dream? ”
