Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the place Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf, Clasped yet to him and me. And yet, my primer suits me so I could not choose a book to know Than that, be sweeter wise; Might some one else so learned be, And leave me just my A B C, Himself could have the skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO TOBACCO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR THE GOOD SHEPHERD WITH THE KID by MATTHEW ARNOLD IDYLL 3. THE TEACHER TAUGHT by BION |