The Chronicle of the Earth

Thomas Wolfe



Child, child, have patience and belief,
for life is many days, and each present
hour will pass away. Son, son, you have
been mad and drunken, furious and wild,
filled with hatred and despair, and all
the dark confusions of the soul – but so
have we.

You found the earth too great for your
one life, you found your brain and sinew
smaller than the hunger and desire that
fed on them – but it has been this way
with all men.

You have stumbled on in darkness, you
have been pulled in opposite directions,
you have faltered, you have missed the way,
but, child, this is the chronicle of the earth.

And now, because you have known madness and
despair, and because you will grow desperate
again before you come to evening, we who have
stormed the ramparts of the furious earth and
been hurled back, we who have been maddened by
the unknowable and bitter mystery of love, we
who have hungered after fame and savored all
of life, the tumult, pain, and frenzy, and now
sit quietly by our windows watching all that
henceforth never more shall touch us – we call
upon you to take heart, for we can swear
to you that these things pass.


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