Author Robert Loveman If we must come to naught, Yet is it best to be, There is but one vast thought, ā 'Tis Immortality. The wild dreams of the soul Can never be in vain, Unto some lofty goal Wendeth the mortal train. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments