WE overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination (given us to bring down The choirs of singing angels overshone By God's clear glory) down our earth to rake The dismal snows instead, flake following flake, To cover all the corn; we walk upon The shadow of hills across a level thrown, And pant like climbers: near the alder brake We sigh so loud, the nightingale within Refuses to sing loud, as else she would. O brothers, let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood, The holy name of GRIEF! -- holy herein, That by the grief of ONE came all our good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE TRIUMPHS OF THY CONQUERING POWER by WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST THE IMPROVISATORE: LEOPOLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SING A SONG by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE WEALTH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A STRICTURE ON BISHOP WARBURTON'S DOCTRINE OF GRACE by JOHN BYROM |