While my young cheek retains its healthful hues, And I have many friends who hold me dear, Linley! methinks, I would not often hear Such melodies as thine, lest I should lose All memory of the wrongs and sore distress For which my miserable brethren weep! But should uncomforted misfortunes steep My daily bread in tears and bitterness; And if at Death's dread moment I should lie With no beloved face at my bed-side, To fix the last glance of my closing eye, Methinks such strains, breathed by my angel-guide, Would make me pass the cup of anguish by, Mix with the blest, nor know that I had died! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TURN OF THE ROAD by JANE BARLOW TO THE OBELISK DURING THE GREAT FROST, 1881 by MATHILDE BLIND THE VEIL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SONNET TO --. by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD POOR LIL' BRACK SHEEP by ETHEL M. C. BRAZELTON OUR OLD CENTER-TOWN VERMONT MEETINGHOUSE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WHEN I LOOK UPON YOUR FACES by EDWARD CARPENTER |