No longer forward or behind ...

No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear;


but, grateful, take the good I find, the best of now and here.


I break my pilgrim staff, I lay aside the toiling oar;


the angel sought so far away I welcome at my door.


For all the jarring notes of life seem blending in a psalm,


and all the angles of its strife slow rounding into calm.


And so the shadows fall apart, and so the west winds play,


and all the windows of my heart I open to the day.

(John Greenleaf Whittier, 1807 – 1892)

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