It's Eliot's "At Graduation 1905" but missing stazas 2, 3, 9-14 (the last).
I didn't check it out word for word so don't go republish it but on a very
quick scan it appears to be otherwise authentic.
It just took a minute to find my copy of "Poems written in Early Youth" and
a few minutes more to do the scan but I spent much more time going through
the posts to see if anyone else verified it.
On Mon, 18 Feb 2013 05:50:17 -0800, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>Here's a poem said to be written by Eliot titled 'Departure and
>I'm copying it out from the following link:
>There are other links at Google that mention this poem but don't
provide the text.
>Could someone guide me to an authentic source where I could find this poem?
>Departure and Arrival
>Standing upon the shores of all we know
>We linger for a moment doubtfully,
>Then with a song upon our lips, sail we
>Across the harbor bar--no chart to show
>No light to warn of rocks which lie below,
>But let us put forth courageously.
>Although the path be tortuous and slow,
>Although it bristles with a thousand fears,
>To hopeful eye of youth it still appears
>A lane by which the rose and hawthorn grow
>We hope it may be, would that we might know
>Would we might look into the future years.
>Great duties call--the twentieth century
>More grandly dowered than those which came before,
>Summons--who knows what time may hold in store,
>Or what great deed the distant years may see,
>What conquest over pain and misery,
>What heroes greater than were ever of yore.
>But if this century is to be more great
>Than those before, her sons must make her so
>And we are of her sons, and we must go
>With eager hearts to help mould well her fate,
>And see that she shall gain such proud estate
>And shall on future centuries bestow.
>A legacy of benefits--may we
>In future years be found with those who try
>To labour for the good until they die,
>And ask no other question than to know
>That they have helped the cause of victory,
>That with their aid the flag is raised so high.
>Sometime in distant years when we are grown
>Gray-haired and old, whatever be our lot,
>We shall desire to see again the spot
>Which, whatever we have been or done
>Or to what distant lands we may have gone,
>Through all the years will never have been forgot.