I REMEMBER a house where all were good To me, God knows, deserving no such thing: Comforting smell breathed at very entering, Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood. That cordial air made those kind people a hood All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing Will, or mild nights the new morsels of spring: Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should. Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales, All the air things wear that build this world of Wales; Only the inmate does not correspond: God, lover of souls, swaying considerate scales, Complete thy creature dear O where it fails, Being mighty a master, being a father and fond. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON TO ELIZABETH, COUNTESS OF RUTLAND by BEN JONSON NUPTIAL SONG by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 48 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) YOUR NEIGHBOR by H. HOWARD BIGGAR |