O WISDOM! if thy soft controul Can sooth the sickness of the soul, Can bid the warring passions cease, And breathe the calm of tender peace, WISDOM! I bless thy gentle sway, And ever, ever will obey. But if thou com'st with frown austere To nurse the brood of care and fear; To bid our sweetest passions die, And leave us in their room a sigh; O if thine aspect stern have power To wither each poor transient flower That cheers this pilgrimage of woe, And dry the springs whence hope should flow; WISDOM, thine empire I disclaim, Thou empty boast of pompous name! In gloomy shade of cloisters dwell. But never haunt my chearful cell. Hail to pleasure's frolic train! Hail to fancy's golden reign! Festive mirth, and laughter wild, Free and sportful as the child! Hope with eager sparkling eyes, And easy faith, and fond surprise! Let these, in fairy colours drest, For ever share my careless breast: Then, tho' wise I may not be, The wise themselves shall envy me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: THE FOUR WINDS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW I HEARD YOUR SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES by WALT WHITMAN |