名人诗歌|Father Ryan's Poems (31)

Why 'Tis SoSome find work where some find rest, And so the weary world goes on： I sometimes wonder which is best； The answer comes when life is gone.

Some eyes sleep when some eyes wake, And so the dreary^{1 night-hours go； Some hearts beat where some hearts break； I often wonder why 'tis so.}

Some wills faint where some wills fight, Some love the tent, and some the field； I often wonder who are right The ones who strive, or those who yield？

Some hands fold where other hands Are lifted bravely in the strife^{2； And so thro' ages and thro' lands Move on the two extremes of life.}

Some feet halt where some feet tread, In tireless march, a thorny^{3 way； Some struggle on where some have fled； Some seek when others shun4 the fray5.}

Some swords rust^{6 where others clash, Some fall back where some move on； Some flags furl where others flash Until the battle has been won.}

Some sleep on while others keep The vigils of the true and brave： They will not rest till roses creep Around their name above a grave.