SOME there are who seem exempted From the doom incurr'd by all; Are they not more sorely tempted? Are they not the first to fall? As a mother's firm denial Checks her infant's wayward mood, Wisdom lurks in every trial -- Grief was sent thee for thy good. In the scenes of former pleasure, Present anguish hast thou felt? O'er thy fond heart's dearest treasure As a mourner hast thou knelt? In the hour of deep affliction, Let no impious thought intrude, Meekly bow with this conviction, Grief was sent thee for thy good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANSON D'AUTOMNE by PAUL VERLAINE RABBI BEN EZRA by ROBERT BROWNING PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS READING LESSON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE DROWNED HIDALGO DREAMS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET GOOD-BYE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |