Joy Enough

Into the caverns of the sea   Shall all at last descend, Who now press forward gallantly   Unrecking of the end. And no man knoweth what is there,   Nor when his time shall come To yield his soul and take his share   With all those gone and dumb. It may be we shall find our kin   Waiting to grasp our hands, And lead us glorified within,   Over the shining sands; It may be we with them shall lie,   While heaven and earth sun, Swaying silent with sightless eye   There in the sluggish tide. It matters nothing if to-day,   Beneath the splendid sun, We hold to the appointed way,   Doing what must be done. Reward? What would you? Have not we   The waves beneath us bent? The winds about us blowing free?   Above—the firmament?