Life

By Henry Van Dyke

Let me but live my life from year to year, 

With forward face and unreluctant soul; 

Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal; 

Not mourning for the things that disappear 

In the dim past, nor holding back in fear 

From what the future veils; but with a whole 

And happy heart, that pays its toll 

To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.

So let the way wind up the hill or down, 

O'er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy: 

Still seeking what I sought when but a boy, 

New friendship, high adventure, and a crown, 

My heart will keep the courage of the quest, 

And hope the road's last turn will be the best.


Editor's Note: Students were asked to pair a poem and painting with no explanation of the connection.