Page:The Man with the Hoe, Markham, 1900.djvu/44

Rh He presses on before the race,

And sings out of a silent place.

Like faint notes of a forest bird

On heights afar that voice is heard;

And the dim path he breaks to-day

Will some time be a trodden way.

But when the race comes toiling on

That voice of wonder will be gone—

Be heard on higher peaks afar,

Moved upward with the morning star.

O men of earth, that wandering voice

Still goes the upward way: rejoice! 16