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Poems About Goals

Table of Contents

  1. My Goal by Ruth Markley Buchannan
  2. Goals by Amos Russel Wells
  3. Each Life Converges to some Centre (or The Goal) by Emily Dickinson
  4. Hope On, Hope Ever by Peter Burn

  1. My Goal

    by Ruth Markley Buchannan

    I want to be a dear old-fashioned mother,
    Just like the one who loved and cared for me,
    Who guided and directed through my childhood
    And made me all I am or hope to be.

    I want to know just how to soothe a heartache
    And comfort when the eyes are wet with tears;
    Just how to lead unknowing little footsteps
    In paths of right to follow through the years.

    If I can be a dear old-fashioned mother
    And fill the place that mine has filled for me,
    Be worthy of the love of trusting children—
    'Tis all I ask or ever long to be.

  2. Goals

    But happy he whose honest mind,
    With all he loves and all he can,
    Is dedicated to mankind,
    And seeks the common good of man.

    – Amos R. Wells
    by Amos Russel Wells

    Deep in the horrors of the North,
    With gleaming eyes and steady soul
    Heroes compel their passage forth
    To pierce the mystery of the pole.

    Superb their passion, hold their aim,
    But ah, what barren goals suffice!—
    The echo of an empty fame,
    The conquest of a league of ice!

    Comrades of clouds along the air
    Speeding the way Columbus went,
    Oh, latest Argonauts, that dare
    The one unmastered element!

    And yet what needless heroes they,
    Venturing life to find us wings,
    That men may have one other way
    To roam on fruitless wanderings!

    With patient eyes the long still night,
    Sages through starry jungles grope,
    Happy, if some new speck of light
    Fall on the fortunate telescope.

    Their name is catalogued with it,
    The sky has one more charted spot;
    But no more lights on earth are lit,
    And star and sage are soon forgot.

    Ah, happy he whose ardent goal
    Within the human spirit lies.
    Who in the regions of the soul
    Embarks on daring enterprise!

    Dangers are there that arctic sea
    And tropic desert never know,
    Tempests of passion fierce and free,
    Waves of despair and gulfs of woe.

    And wings are there that soar and fly
    Above the snarling of the storm,
    To sunny reaches of the sky
    Where life is light and love is warm.

    And there are galaxies afar,
    World beyond world in endless range,
    Where never imperfections mar,
    And never gladness fears a change.

    Not in the realm of braggart gold
    And crowns that glitter to the eye,
    Are meeds that bless and joys that hold
    And purposes that satisfy.

    But happy he whose honest mind,
    With all he loves and all he can,
    Is dedicated to mankind,
    And seeks the common good of man.

  3. Each Life Converges to some Centre (or The Goal)

    by Emily Dickinson

    Each life converges to some centre
    Expressed or still;
    Exists in every human nature
    A goal,

    Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,
    Too fair
    For credibility's temerity
    To dare.

    Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
    To reach
    Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment
    To touch,

    Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
    How high
    Unto the saints' slow diligence
    The sky!

    Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture,
    But then,
    Eternity enables the endeavoring

  4. Hope On, Hope Ever

    by Peter Burn

    Sow afresh! be not dishearten'd,
    Though thy works have suffered blight—
    Though the glorious sky has darken'd,
    When it look'd most fair and bright:
    Sow afresh! be up and doing!
    Let the earth receive the grain!
    Thou shalt have the joy of knowing,
    Life has not been spent in vain.

    Start afresh, desponding brother!
    Enter life's eventful field!
    Haply this, thy new endeavour,
    May a plenteous harvest yield:
    Start afresh! all fears forsaking!
    Soon the clouds will disappear;
    Form with prayer each undertaking,
    Then thy Father's smile will cheer.

    Labour on, still praying, hoping,
    Working out some honest plan,
    Through the darkness onward groping,—
    Such must be the life of man:
    Battling ever with obstruction,
    Pressing onward to the goal,
    Are the means to gain distinction,
    And bespeak a noble soul.

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