Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
One after one the old props go,
Illusions crumble, and the great ideals
Are fewer, and must bear more weight.
However bitterly the deep heart feels
To see them fall, these are but frail supports,
These young beliefs in things. And far above
Young sorrow there is peace, and the heart
Leans on these three: beauty, and truth, and love.