A CROWD of troubles passed him by, As he with courage waited. He said: "Where do you troubles fly, When you are thus belated?" "We go," they said, "to those who mope, Who look on life dejected, Who weakly say good-bye to hope: We go — where we're expected." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWING GRAY by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) THE DAUGHTER OF THE BLIND by ANNE M. F. ANNAN AN EVENING PROSPECT by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER LOVE'S REASONS by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |